Things had gone from bad to worse. To say I had dug myself into a deep hole would be an understatement. Marge had turned my day to day life to a hell on earth. If I was not doing her work for her, I was doing her chores, anything from picking up her lunch to walking her dogs. She wasn’t the only one that was hard to deal with, Kendall had kept accurate to her words, there wasn’t a minute of the day where she wasn’t looking over my shoulder. Everything I did, every motion I made she was there.
On the home front, things had gotten better. Timothy wasn’t allowed to take the kids out of the state permanently without my permission. I still had visitation rights, but not at my home and always with a chaperone.
“Cow-tits!” Marge said as she came around the corner to look at me.
“What,” I said as she stared at me.
Marge threw a piece of paper onto the table. “My dry cleaning needs to be picked up at eight.”