Confidential to you-know-who-you-are...

Don't put up with that shit for one more minute.

The first bruise should be the last one. Get out. Get.Out.Now.

TheHusband and I will make room for you in our house. And we expect that you would bring the offspring.

Money be damned. Greyhound tickets are cheap. I can afford to splurge on a plane ticket or two. Now is a good time, I've got Christmas money saved up.

Jobs in your field are aplenty down here. There is a shortage of people who do your job in this area, for the gods sake. And relatively, houses are cheap.

Besides, the offspring will think it's a vacation for the first few weeks. It is the second happiest place on earth, after all.

You and the offspring aren't alergic to cats, are you?
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