Jordyn was a nut, and Ginger was a nut, and together they made a cute couple.
Then Jordyn was a douche, and Ginger was a witch, and together they made clowns, naggers, teeth smackers, younger siblings, and gum chewers hide in annoyance. Ginger would nag, and Jordyn would yell, and Ginger would cry, and Jordyn would yell some more. Then Ginger would scream, and Jordyn would throw things in a hissy fit of rage. “You never give me any money!” Ginger would whine, “You can have ten dollars, but you better not buy cigarettes.” Jordyn would say. And then Ginger would nag, and Jordyn would yell. “You’re such a lazy slob, wash a dish!” he’d pout. “I’m never good enough for you!!!” she would whine. And then Ginger would nag, and Jordyn would yell; it was a never ending pattern. And that twisted little witch had us all believing she was in such a terrible place, and that he was so mean, and that he was so abusive. And I believed her, and Cameron told me it wasn’t true.
And then she got a “new” phone and a new tablet, and she was okay for just a minute.
And then she’d whisper lies into my our ears, and we started fighting, and Jordyn found out, and he told her he’d send her back to California. And then Ginger would nag and Jordyn would yell.
Then, once upon a time, they just HAD IT. And Ginger moved downstairs with Becky, and Becky is a whole other story for another day, and we moved in with Jordyn. And two weeks later, Ginger was on her happy way home, without a phone, and without Tigger-I wonder whatever happened to that feisty cat; and, of course she was miserable. Was there ever a moment when she wasn’t?
And Jordyn went into depression, and then he met G, oh lordy, but THAT is a story for a rainy day.
What about Cameron and I? Ha, well this isn’t our part of the story.