Kista Frank lives in Brookhaven, a neighborhood just north of Atlanta.

She's going to set the record straight.

Coming up in segment three about mittens, the servile cat that left into her bed after her husband left the door open.

Here in her words, when she joins us coming up.

My name is Cadillac Jack.

I joined Atlanta Radio when I was 19 years old.

Put in a loyal 26 years.

Welcome to my second act.

Welcome back, Donna. Thank you.

My name's Don, and I'm Caddy's wife.

Okay, so I think you put out into the universe that I was like incredibly angry with you. And that's why I didn't show up for the podcast. And I'm not that unprofessional. I really am not. I would not not show up and like throw a tantrum. However, I had horrific vertigo, which if you've listened to any of the episodes, which started from my adventure to Six Flags with our 18-year-old, now 18-year-old daughter, Olivia, for her little birthday trip, we always go to the amusement park.

So it went to Six Flags, came home all kinds of wonky, and I could not get out of bed.

I felt like I had just a hangover where the room was spinning constantly.

And I have to tell you, I have determined that selfish people are not good caregivers,

which that just sounds like, I mean, like that makes sense, but let's just put it out there.

And you, my friend, are selfish a little bit.

You're a little bit narcissistic, a little bit selfish.

But we know that about you.

There's your episode title, PT, right there. Yeah. We know this about you. And you've admitted this before. Yes. But you're just not a good caretaker. It's like when you, I don't even know how to describe it. If you tell me you have anything, like if you said, I don't know, my arm, whatever, my left finger is tingling. I would look up on the internet. What causes left finger tingling? Right, but that's not necessarily the right thing to do either. Right. But I would be like, let me help you. Did you know this could be a possibility? You're just like, you are not interested at all. I went back to the doctor. My blood pressure was a little high. You don't offer to take me.

There is nothing. Like there is no sympathy, nothing. You're like, well, I got to go to work.

I'm heading out. And I'm over there like with my head and my hands, like a little puke bucket

below me. No cold rag. No let me help you back into bed. Let me get you some saltine crackers. What is wrong with you? And honestly, it's made me worry. The only thing I'm thankful for a lot of things in this situation is that I have kids because when I get old, you're not going to take care of me. And let me tell you something. I'm going to take good care of you.

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