Back Seat Is Where I Sleep

Freezer, refrigerator, or solar oven. Thats the bedroom in my car. Depending on the time of day or night. Or weather. I never had a real bed. I never had a husband. Our toilet hasn't flushed in 11 years. The kidnapper can't even tell her land lord Everything is broken. The oven, the sinks, the doorknobs, the window screens, Two cracked windows, the refrigerator leaks, her bed pan Furniture wreaks, her closet have mold, dust, mildew, Cobwebs, so do her walls, ceilings, & floors. Every surface is filthy, cruddy, and messy. She is a slob, dresses like one, smells like one, & lives Like one and that eillt never change. She has insects and rats. But she don't give a shit about that. She has "I don't giveafuck syndrome. I hate this place. 15 years forced to be on this hell on earth. It's like doing 25 to life. Like being on house arrest. She was granted & recommended guardianship Of my daughter who was 8 in 2006. In 11 months she will be 18. We can leave this dump. She wouldn't be in the best interest to care For a dead house plant. We can live in my car together. Unless I have a job or husband by then. It's been almost a year of no income.