“Mean, Meaner, Meanest!” #SoCS #LindaGHill
“Well, I mean- how demeaning is that? Perhaps it’s just a means to an end? I wonder if he really meant it? The number of times he’s said similar… well, if I take his meaning as being what he is actually saying… he’s meantal! Ha! I still have my sense of hummus. He can’t take that away from me. He’s gone off now and I can get a bit of quiet. He’s usually a couple of hours; so, in the meantime, I can have some me time. I mean, what’s a girl got to do to get what is rightfully hers? No, don’t answer that. We are still in an age where the mean man is in command. He started off ever so nice, tall and lean, now he’s all and mean! Such a change. Such a dick! He makes me sick. He is actually making me sick. My mental health as well as my physical health . Both suffering. ‘He’s mean to me, mean to me and making me mad!’ What that a song? I’ll sing it anyway. A sign of my defiance. Me and you. You and me. That’s how it used to be now it’s you and you being me me me mean!
I need a means to escape. Escape the meanness of this man’s madness.
What do they do in my thriller books, my ‘dumb’ crime novels? The woman pops off the man in order to gain wealth and freedom – okay, I shall poison the batard – is that a word? I’ve always hated swearing – and he swears a lot. Says nasty, meaningless things – that hurt me even the more because there is no truth like the truth of a woman scorned. I shall cook him up a lovely Mushroom Stroganoff for tea – *a meal to die for.
*the 10-minutes (I have to limit my waffling somehow) timer went off here.