The end.

I've never been a good liar. Which is how all this got started in the first damned place. I just wanted out.  I couldn't lie anymore.

I never meant for any of this to happen. Not like this.

You were just supposed to go missing.  I still don't know what really went wrong. When Gary told me we had problems, I had no idea just how wrong it had all gone.

And I knew I was stuck.  I knew I was in trouble.  I thought this little blog project could become my alibi - but I don't think even it is going to save us now. Gary's gone completely off his rocker and who knows what he's told to whom. The night he and I got into it, when Brian threw him out, he was ready to go to the police and tell them everything.  That's what the fight was really about...

How you ended up on the side of the road and not in the damned car is beyond me.  Problems, indeed. You always said Gary could fuck up just about anything though.  How's that for irony?

I know it's just a matter of time now before they put all the pieces together.  They have the laptop.  I'm sure there's a way to tell those reservations were made from it.  I never thought they'd catch that other credit card.  I figured they'd just check the bank accounts.  Little did I know. The fucking ring I am sure is a dead giveaway too... What husband going missing buys thousand dollar diamond rings on his way out of town?  I have to wonder if they have known all along and were just waiting on me to hang myself...

Not that I am the hanging type, but they won't have to wait long in any case.
I'm pretty sure it was Gary's crazy ass that started the fire, too. Trying to find or hide whatever evidence he thought was here. His missed the cell phone, who knows what else is here with both of our 'fingerprints' all over it.
I guess I am damning Gary with this last post, too.  I really don't care. It's his damned fault we're in this mess.  If he'd have stuck to the plan, it would have just been an unfortunate car accident and we could have gotten away - both with it and from here.

Now we're up to our eyeballs in this mess with no way out.

I'm not cut our for prison. I simply refuse.

So - the kids are set - your life insurance will cover the house.  Their trust funds will have them pretty well set well into adulthood.  The house insurance will cover the fire damage if they choose to stay here. The house will belong to them to do with as they wish.

As for me, it's time to take my final bow. I just can't keep up this game anymore.  This blog is exhausting. These lies are tripping all over themselves. I am sure Jacob is wise to much more than he is letting me know.  And who knows what little Miss Busybody Billie is onto - relentless bitch.

So with that, and this final glass of wine, I bid you all farewell.

Katy, I know you will be fine. You're my princess and I love you so much.  I'm sorry I wont' be here to see you married.  I hope you and Brian stick together and make a happy life with each other. You are destined for such great things.

James, my rock, I love you more than you realize.  I hope you and Blair are happy.  Stick with it. I know graduation is just around the corner and your life is about to open up with possibility.  Know that I will be watching over you from above.

Don't cry for me when I am gone. Don't do a big funeral. I always hated all of that.

Know that I am always with you and will love you forever.

I'm sorry for it all.  This was never how I imagined it ending.

Much love.