It has been two days since Mr. Patterson left me and our babies.
He phoned me yesterday via satellite.
After declaring his love for me and whispering sweet nothings,
He informed me that he was in the middle of the Alaskan Tundra.
{Probably just to scare me and sound brave.}
I must admit that I love him.
Hate what he is doing.
As I woke this morning a strange feeling crept over my body.
I was one of those naive women married to a serial killer.
Shooting Moose and sliting Bears throats as I sleep.
I could just see world watch my 20/20 story unfold.
How can one barely watch his wife have a baby,
yet joyfully fillet another mammals insides?
Got me!
