Wednesday story day is here, so it’s time to go visit Bob and Charlotte. I don’t know about you, but I’m almost afraid to go and see what is going on now. (Yeah I know I’m the one writing this stuff) Last week Bob finally got a hold of himself and released Charlotte’s neck. Bob couldn’t believe he had hurt her, and Charlotte went to get him a cold cloth since she is the consummate caregiver. She comes back to give Bob the cloth and lo and behold (I love that phrase and hoped I could work it in somewhere) Bob sees his mother. She throws the towel at him and calls him a sissy. I’ve stalled long enough we need to see what is up.
“Mother? Why am I seeing you instead of Charlotte?”
“Well, that is a question you should ask that shrink of yours. That is if you had the guts to ask anything other than ‘do you have the time.’”
“I ask him a lot of things. Why are you like this?”
“Like what Bobby?”
“Mean. You know I don’t like to be called Bobby. That is an example of mean.”
“Oh, so I’m mean. The one who gives you clothes and makes sure you have a roof─. Okay, forget that one. The one who gives you money and who hired this worthless editor.”
“She’s not worthless. You take that back.”
“What’s the matter, Bob? You gotta a crush on the wimpy girl?”
“Mother. You are the most annoying person on the planet.”
“Because I point out the truth to you? Bob, you need to grow up and do something with your life.”
“Well, the psychologist says my problems are mostly because of you.”
“Is that right? Did he tell you what your problems were?”
“Well, he did say that because of your abuse I have a dual personality.”
“Oh really? Who am I talking to now? Huh?”
“I am Robert. You know that.”
“Since when are you Robert?”
“Since I needed a friend to guard against you.”
“Ha. That’s a laugh. You’re a coward no matter what you call yourself.”
“You know what else?”
“What else Bob?”
“That’s Robert mother. Robert is the one that can see and talk to you when he wants. Robert is not afraid of you. Robert hates you and would like to see you dead.”
“Well, well, well, looks like Bob has found some balls.”
“The name’s Robert mother. See this hand? I’m going to wrap it around your throat and squeeze until your tongue turns black.”
“You don’t have the guts.”
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The Bobster is on a roll.
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I would say so. Thanks
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At least he gave her a warning.
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True. At least.
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I’m almost afraid to know what’s next …
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Heh heh heh
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I hope that when the day comes, he gets the right neck. I have a long meeting today, I’ll probably sit there thinking “run Charlotte run”
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Loved your tweet. Thanks
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I try different things to get people to pay attention.
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Yikes!
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I know right?
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Yikes! Looks like Bob/Robert’s delusion might get Charlotte killed…
Interesting turn of events, John. Hugs!
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Thanks Teagan.
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I can’t help but think of a more twisted version of “What about Bob?”
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Good one Phillip
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Bob is liable to end up in a cell with Frank.
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Hahahsha
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These folks are ALL dysfunctional! Of course, that makes them terribly fascinating, and we can’t resist reading more. Sounds like Bob/Robert is itching to do somebody in!
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He is a little unbalanced.
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Charlotte should consider running for her life, but she won’t. Caregivers rarely do. Bob is a mess. People will want to read his book.
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I wish it was a book
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Well…could be…
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Thanks.
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