More Background

You need to understand this: Since early 2016, I've been driving HER truck.  I owed my brother 10,000.00.  I have repaid him 500.00.

I had some dental work, and defaulted on a payment plan because I WENT BROKE and missed an autopayment.  This went to collections, and now I'm paying 1100.00 off at 100.00/month.

I had to call them to ask them to skip this month's payment.  I asked Sprint to delay this month's payment til next month (setting up a balloon payment).

I'm 4 months overdue for my mailbox payment and Nevada Corporate fees; around 1100.00.

I lost my laptop before I lost my own truck, and have never been able to replace it.  My Trucker GPS went down, and I can't even replace that.

It got worse when Korena stole my cooler, and I was forced to spend all that money on (bad) retail food.

It would be better if she had ever paid me what she had promised me, or paid for my hotel stays when the truck got repaired.  That's pretty standard for company drivers.

We are not supposed to dig into our own pockets to pay for lodging when forced to leave our trucks.

I think I was making 42 cents a mile when I left USA Truck THIRTEEN YEARS ago, and she pays me 40 cpm in 2019?

This time isn't as bad as it was in that hotel room in 2016.  I'm not forced to BEG her to cover my hotel bill (with money I had sent to her from the sale of my truck). She's not calling and emailing me daily to insult amd degrade me and shout me down.

I'm not broke YET, and can still go to Michell's for their dirt-cheap Happy Hour and blog about the Browns.

That's another thing: Korena tries to dictate how I spend my personal time too.  Where am I?  Am I drinking and then sleeping in HER truck?

She thinks I'm an idiot.  Tells me that's illegal.  Ask a cop about that! 

She's a micromanager and a control-freak, and an almost compulsive liar.

I'm going back to hell, and I'm so very, very tired of it.  I will find no mercy.  There will be no reprieve.  My future is to work, and be treated like a plantation slave, until I die.

Living a life of quiet desperation (and unneccessary DRAMA) to the end.

The good news is that I can afford Rescue Tape and plastic bags.