3/28/16
Smee propositioned me once again. Her constant needling until I lose my temper, her pathetic display when I rip her fins to shreds so she’ll leave me alone, and the authorities constantly blaming me for our problems should be enough to get me from ever glancing in her direction. But, gah, it’s nice to have a cordial day and evening with her, and I enjoy our little fry—mostly. Like the hypocrite that I am, I couldn’t help but give in.
If Smee does it right like she did last time (I’m still shocked she had it in her to hatch those eggs without harming the babies), we should have more little ones in a few weeks. I wonder if there’ll be room for more? I overheard the authorities talking at length about finding the kids new homes, but none of my firstborns have been removed. Out of 16, only 5 are left. Although, I suspect that they all would be alive if they’d stayed in the breeder net until they were bigger. However, having been in the breeder net, thanks to Smee, I can’t blame them for escaping.
I am concerned about Smee’s mothering abilities. Sure, she successfully hatched the babies and kept them safe until the authorities decided I broke her jaw (I don’t care what the therapist says; I don’t think I’ll ever get over that insult), but Smee doesn’t seem interested in the kids now. Granted, she’s on the other side of the barrier and the babies never visit her, but when she sees them, all she does is scowl. Now that I’ve thought about it, I don’t know why she wants more kids. I just realized that she may be using me for sex, and like a dup, I haven’t noticed until now…Never again! I don’t care how well therapy is going (ha, that’s a laugh. She’s so mean to the therapist, I’m surprised that she hasn’t been kicked out. The authorities must be spending a lot of money on these sessions). I’m done with her. —Beetlejuice
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