"Whitney Houston, we have a problem" - not entirely true but I have to use bullshit to address this issue. As you may or may not be aware (but will be now) I have multiplied. Existing in this world are two Mini-Goths who I am not allowed to see for a variety of nonsensical reasons. This causes me great pain and anguish which, unfortunately, also imposes it's sorry arse on mi Mariposa.
So, wherein lies the dilemma? Because I have started receiving e-mails supposedly from the eldest Mini-Goth. "Hooray" I don't hear you cry. That's a good thing right? In theory, yes. It could mean that the opression ban has been lifted - which would be nice, in a cute, fluffy and heart-warming way. However, it could also be complete bollocks - another ruse by Evil X to once again thrust the dagger of contempt into my slowly mending heart.
Thus, stuck between a rock and a hard place I lie. Prone, vulnerable and, to be honest, scared shitless. If I make the wrong decision, I'm FUBARred. Do I reach out and try, maybe to be brought down in flames or ignore and, well, die in the fire of complancy? Either way, I lose.
I wish I had the opportunity to confront MG face to face, then I could see if the Mistress of Puppets was dictating what was being said.
Common sense tells me to walk away, love tells me to stay. Realistically, I have little choice. Like a new inmate in prison, I have to stand there naked and hope, that just once, I don't get truly butt-fucked. I can't afford, emotionally, to not take the chance to converse with MY MG's.
Oh well, pants down, arse in the air and fingers crossed.
ps whatever happens my children, I love you unconditionally and forever.