Thinking about making a run for the border and I don't mean Taco Bell. I wonder how hard it would be to swim across the Rio Grande the other way and disappear into Mexico? I could make my way to the Riviera Maya and work cleaning luxury hotel rooms. I'd assume a new identity.
The sick thing is I'd do it if I could secretly spy on how upside down my family's life would become. Not from "oh how tragic the mother has disappeared" but the "what the fuck? Who has to be where and at what time and what's the passcode to the checking account and wait a minute, you have to file insurance claims and there is a birthday party when and who's gonna pick me up after school and buy me a new lunch box and make sure the dogs go to the vet and the tires get rotated and find all the tax deduction receipts....". I'd only have to think about me. Seems like a selfish fantasy but a girl can dream, no? Maybe I'd take my dogs, but only the one that doesn't shit in my closet. I don't even want to deal with that level of neediness.
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