the story didn’t end there. Popeye called me on Tuesday night to tell me that the Sea Hag had just finished beating the crap out of him with her fists. She then picked up his walker and slammed that against his hip (yeah, the one he just had surgery on). She also threatened to spray him in the face with a can of wasp spray if he did not get off of her mother’s property.
Mind you, he was rehabbing at her mother’s house with a 10 lb cast on his leg. He has no car and one shoe.
After she beat the hell out of him, she drove up here to Philly to get Swee’pea I and II.
Popeye spoke to Hub and Hub told him he’d be in VA in the morning to bring him home to us. After a grueling 5 hour ride sitting in one position with a recently repaired broken hip and foot, Popeye is here. He is in my living-room because he can’t sleep in a bed, he has to sleep in a recliner. We are trying to see if we can get his Dr in VA to refer him to a Dr. in my area for the time being.
The Sea Hag’s mother was not home when Hub rescued Popeye. When she arrived home she immediately called the Sea Hag and told her. The Sea Hag promptly appeared at my house demanding to know if he was here.
I told her “no”. (heeheehee – I don’t know how the hell she believed me because I am THE WORST liar.)
Sea Hag is back in VA at her moms with the Swee’Peas. I am so worried about those babies, but I can only help him right now. I also know that her mother would never let her harm those children.
I’m pretty sure she knows he’s here. He has taken the first step to divorcing her by
BLOCKING HER ON FACEBOOK.
Drastic times call for drastic measures…