Is it still morning? All was quiet, other than the chasing cats and the dancing dog, and then daughter and her jubilant friend got here. I am not so good in the morning. And I don't help myself by not drinking coffee first thing either.

It is finally a new week. Last week was horrible. Yesterday was the icing on the cake, with a big f*** you cherry on top. By the end of the night, I felt like my head had been tapped like a big beer keg and all the contents drained out.

He said, she said. Actually it should be the other way around. R's mother comes over in the "attempts" to be a go-between and stands in my house threatening everything her son is going to take out of here. Then I speak to R on the phone and he says pretty much everything she says he is not going to do. I told him that I don't believe or trust either one of them. And no one but R can come into my house when I am here and he is not.

Stupid, just stupid. What pi**** me off the most is that the conversation last night with that trouble maker was right in front of my ten year old daughter. I know that R's mother could care less about my child. She let her mother raise R, for all the good that has done.

I just want some peace and quiet. I want some security that I will have a home next month and everything won't be shut off. Not as much for me but for my daughter.

I am really hurt that I counted on a guy to take care of me and mine while I couldn't, and he didn't, and really has no excuse why he couldn't. And then I am mad at myself that I trusted R's mother to be "neutral" when it seems she was just stirring the pot.

It's not all bad. I got to go have interaction with adults a couple times this weekend. I went dancing and had a blast. My friend lent me some money so I can do laundry and buy toilet paper. Despite the crappy day I had yesterday, I slept pretty good last night.

I'm not completely rested. I have a headache and nothing to take for it. But these two things will pass. As will all the drama that I no longer will participate in.

Say a prayer, cross your fingers, or wish me luck. R and whoever is supposed to come over today and start packing his things. For my daughter's sake, I hope he doesn't take the dog. For my sake, I hope he doesn't take the computer, which he R gave to my daughter over a year ago. This is the only way I have to make money right now as I don't have a job and not cleared to work yet.

I sit here thinking that I can only hope that this week will be better, more productive, and more secure than last week. I deserve better, and that is what I am trying to accomplish. The rest of the drama I am turning my back to.