This is a picture of an old beau of mine. He was an actor, he reminds me of someone,but
I can't figure out who.
Instead I married Nathan-son of Angela-
Do you know something? He was gone all Summer and I was barely able to sleep or eat. Mama Petrelli even kept hinting it was my fault that he vanished.
Then, he shows up one day looking like a Hobo. I am all weepy because I felt relief. My sons were so happy to see their daddy.
Mama Petrelli? Slaps him and accuses him of murdering Peter! Nate may be many things but he would never kill anyone. Especially his yang to his yin. His Huck to his Tom or something like that.
He refused to talk to me except for "Where is the whiskey?" He would not go near his
children. He waved at them,but that was it. Collin tried to shake his hand and that set off
drunken sobs from the hairy drunk of my husband.
This is a family of crazies. They make the House of Usher look stable in comparison.
I had to take my boys out of there. They have a reputation and future after all.
I know Peter is NOT dead! Why do I know this? He has called me! Ok, so I get a call
usually around 2 in the morning from Ireland or someplace like that. He is always saying "Who is this? Why am I calling?"
He always has been a bit Emo, so I play along then he hangs up.
BONKERS=PETRELLI!
This is my life folks-welcome to it!
Wow, I should of married that other guy.
