Yvette

Last night I had dinner at the Dushanbe tea house. Yvette, from the past, from Casper, was there. It was interesting to see them again. Yvette is living with some geezer rancher dude named Martin. Money, I guess. That is that. Kind of like a prostitute? I don’t know. Seemed like she would like to be married, but he doesn’t want to. Just wants to hang with a young woman. I guess I would too. I guess that it just depends on what’s right for her.

Natalya got really mad when I offered her a ride back to her hotel. She was really jealous. I don’t know, but it did seem rather pathetic. I guess that I just don’t quite understand why she does that. It is more than that. It is all of this prison like quality. The way she will not take any kind of responsibility for anything. It is this automatic and immediate placement of blame.

It is like everything has to be my fault. It is like she cannot and will not be responsible. That is so sad.

When we got home the girls were kind of wild. We played on the computer. Dasha played too. Then we went upstairs. I wish things were better. Natasha yelled at them.

I wanted to remember my dreams, but I did not. I don’t know what to say about that. I guess that I will give it a try later.