Saturday, February 8, 2025.
Gillette, Wyoming.

I’m in a bad mood because of my paper wife. She’s suicidal and suicidal. She’s in bad shape. She’s out of work and drowning in debt. She’s got credit card debt and tax arrears.

He moved out of the house. She moved in with her mother. Of course her mother feels sorry for her, poor woman. I hope they find a solution. Of course I feel sad too.

But at the same time I get angry. Go take an Uber. He would rather die than take an Uber. God rest his soul then, brother. But he probably wouldn’t commit suicide.

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$1951 was paid yesterday.

I haven’t paid anything to the credit cards yet. I’ll make the payments next Friday when the money is paid. And keep some money in the account.

I didn’t send money to my father or brother this week. $1951 is a small amount. I’m scared to touch it. And since my wife on the paper says “delete my number and don’t send money again”, I’m scared, so I don’t send money to her either.

$110 S.H.
$61 P.N.
$43 R.K.

I haven’t sent money to anyone except these three, I haven’t spent money on anything. I keep spending on food and stuff on credit cards. I’ll pay something on the credit card next week.

One of the credit cards will charge $184 tomorrow, it’s automatic. Monday is my mother-in-law’s birthday. I’ll throw her $50. And next Friday, $115 for one of the phones. Friday is also Valentine’s Day, but luckily I don’t have a boyfriend. That’s great. Thank God. 🙂