the wrath of a woman

“the wrath of a woman scorned . . . .” You have been keeping up enough with the landlord saga to know I likely will be homeless for the second time in my life, as early as Thursday, are you not? The process server said they've really speeded up the process with this seven day notice, and IF THERE’S MONEY involved in the State of XXXX, [aside, here: land of Molly M’s, as is titled to this property on her own (or so it appears on the papers I was served) (‘n’ polygs, ‘n’ Prophets, et al.)] as there is, since rent is the only thing that really matters, don'tcha know, -- I WON’T WIN. There are, of course, other things I can do, but I won’t win THIS, which would be to be able to sleep under the same roof I do now, which would be the one I’ve only so far paid $46,000 (+), YES, (+) (again half the mortgage on the property) for the privilege of doing. Despite the Biblical scripture to not call thy brother Raca, which is to say FOOL, my brain screams out fool, fool, fool, every time I hear those treading above me, for haven’t they heard, -- “the wrath of a woman scorned . . . .”?