It used to be “The Tracey T Problem”–all these years that’s what i thought i was fighting. Youll find it in my book. “Every Cloud…” (when it comes out; still waiting on California, a Pro-Life Novel.”) I touched on “the Jeannie Problem” in passing–i thought–while trying to figure Tracey T. Now i see that Jeannie grafted herself onto my life–the Tracey T. Problem and everything else as well–and i should have changed horses a long long time ago. Ive been bumping into the woman herself or her trail as teflected in what she told me about her history, all across America. I need to reclaim my life. I was aware of her presence when i first met my husband but i never figured the cost.
This woman has been a parasite secretly inhering in all these places ive been in. A baracuda. A player and i didn’t know there was a game. Doesnt look good for me.
Doesnt look good for her either. Thats her real name. The only real name ive used. Fake bitch.
( i just changed the name. Playing nice here.)
Un.Bon.Mot 