And Randy doesn’t really care. For 17 years I have been isolated and separated from my friends and family. I managed at first because I could ride everyday, then I couldn’t. I was in and out of hospital for several years. I had to give up everything, my riding, my milkcows, all that was left was my sheep and when I moved to California to take the hob that fell through he made me leave my sheep behind. I didn’t even get to sell them. I had to give them away!!!
It just seems if you love someone you want whats best for them. He knows this is the worst place I could possibly be and he knows how unhappy and lonely I have been for years.
I got Fen in the little footwell of the tub. There wasn’t much room but should have been enough. But he refused to sit down. I had to wash him with him standing up. He wouldn’t let me do his head and neck so he has a mane that is white up to his collar and brown above it. And he has one brown front leg. After my back relaxes i have to clean the mud out of the tub and the hair off the floor.
Add to that, the tallow in the crockpot somehow bubbled out all over my sewing table, down the side and all over the floor. I never had that happen before.
It’s not a good day/week/month/life