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No internet and staying sober and all that. - 2008-01-17Here I am. - 2007-11-11 These days. - 2007-07-05 Building a new house and in a bad place in my head. - 2007-05-17 Cutting him loose. - 2007-04-10 |
![]() Here I am. Yeah I know. Its been entirely too long since I've written in here. So much has been happening that I don't even know where to start.I guess I'll start with the house. We closed on our home two days ago. Thats about three months later that what we were told the closing date would be. And about a month later than what our guy (he's not really our guy, but I don't know what else to call him. He's the one we've been dealing with during all of this) assured us would be a safe date to put in our thirty day notice on the house we were renting. So if that makes sense as I've typed it, then if you're reading this, you understand that we've been homeless for the past month. The asshole. I went to his office and royally showed my ass. I got completely county and downright dyke in front of the entire staff at that place. The owner ended up getting involved and the guy known as our guy got caught in every one of the lies that have been falling out of his face for the past six months. It got REALLY ugly for a while. But, its all said and done with now, and we've closed and its ours and the company is out ass loads of money because of this guy. Close to about twenty grand. Not my problem. Everything we own is in B's parents garage and us and our three dogs have been staying with them. So we haven't exactly been homeless but you get my meaning. When we were packing, my neice and nephews were helping me pack my bags to keep out with work clothes and what not. Day to day stuff that I needed to keep seperate from the garage stuff. Bless their hearts I love those kids to death, but all they packed was shorts. Twelve pairs of shorts and two t shirts. So I had to buy some clothes to get me thru until I can get to my clothes in the garage. Gotta love them kids. We're gonna start moving things in today, but we still can't officially move in yet. Well I suppose we could, but we have no electricity yet. Our electric lines haven't been finished on the outside yet. That's supposed to be done mid-week so we're expecting to be living in our house by next weekend. Work still sucks ass. I had a stalker incident. What is it with these straight psycho postal guys thinking that they're just what I need to go straight? And that got really ugly. Formal complaints, charges, witnesses and all that. I'm still kinda pissed that the supervisor I made the first complaint to thought it was no big deal until another female employee started making complaints. My partner at work is a retired military police officer. When he found out everything that was going on with stalker guy, he puffed up and took it upon himself to be my protector. Stalker guy moved on to someone else after my partner made it clear to him that he was to leave me alone in EVERY respect of the word. And then the shit hit the fan. She made complaints and we had to file all kinds of statements and witnesses had to give statements. And stalker guy got mad with me. Thought it was all my fault. I have been given mace that I'm to carry with me at all times at work now. Shit just keeps getting better and better don't it? Then some shit happened between my folks. Not gonna go into all the details, but that wasn't pretty either. Still isnt pretty, but not as bad as it was. He came home and I don't think he hit her. If I thought he had, I'd be in jail. I finally got a regular doctor and have been getting treated with different meds for my legs and my insomnia. They tried to do a sleep study. Big joke. People actually have to sleep in order for them to do a sleep study. They were floored because I took three ambien and four over the counter sleeping pills and was still wide awake. Then when I started telling my doctor some of the other stuff going on, and this was all before we became homeless and before my parents had their thing.....we were stressing about the end of our thirty days coming and still not having closed on our house...and my doc has put me on anti depressants and wants me to go to counseling.....again. Not that I have a problem with going, I just don't have the time right now. I was having to fight with myself really hard to stay away from the bottle. I wanted to drink so bad. And I tried to explain it to B...but she's never seen that part of me and she doesn't really understand how bad it is. I was talking to my Florida friend and before I could even finish telling her everything that was in my head, she jumped in and asked if I'd started drinking and telling me not to drink. I'm proud to say that I never did have that first drink. If I would have, it would have been all downhill from there. Thats about it. My life as of late. When we do get moved in, I don't know how long it will be before we have internet or if we'll even get internet. We kinda wanna see how our utility bills and all are gonna look before we start with all that. So if I don't write again for a while, you know why. I'll get back when I can. Hope all is well with all out there. Skipper...CONGRATS. Ya'll will make excellent parents. And congrats on the new home. Give our Michigan friend my love and tell her she's thought about often. I still miss her. Still love her. I.......still. You know. posted @ 7:14 a.m. on 2007-11-11
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