August 30, 2019
What I walked into on August 27, 2019 was a multi-scale war. Louis is not a good man. He still reads bad; you should be worried. I am no longer working, so I have no reason to rehabilitate him, or solve, or fix the problems that have already started. Louis has yet to make it into my military. Multi-scale war. That is what I saw. Make sure he does not escape.
They would have me believe he is responsible for my mother’s death, and my surgery. If this is true I have yet to see anything that would appease the other side for this loss, yet. I have already told you what they will do, and Louis is worried.
They wanted a body, in a body bag with the kill of Osama Bin Laden, that is why they sent that team in. I would have wanted to drop a bomb just like in the movie, Zero Dark Thirty. With all your dip, gear, and bull-shit, code: dip, smokeless tobacco, Bubba Gump, this would have been a real military man that I would not have approved of, it does not mean it is from the same time of my military work. Gear, code: drugs, I do not approve of drug use, this is probably also other military men while on active duty using narcotics. Bull-shit, code: lying, meaning not telling the truth about work they were doing. These are things I don’t tolerate, if they don’t make it, they don’t make it.
My boyfriend in all the work he has done, has always done a verification check with me when we were working. He knows the truth of it.
It should be of great concern that I am not living a real, normal life. How many men are going to be brought to me that we will be good matches for each other and I never get to be seen with them in the flesh? To never marry for real?
It should be of great concern. When do I get to be a real person? When do I get my life back?
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 