It was all going well. I have adjusted to the bipolar, am level on my meds, accepted the fact that I will probably live alone for at least another two years, finances are at least acceptable. Until tonight . . . .
My mom calls and she has still not received her mother's day box that was sent out last tuesday. Ex#2 tells me that the 19 year old daughter has shaved my dog. Then I get home, remember I live alone, and I find a business card from the Sheriff's Department stuck in my door. Am I a happy camper?
Ex#2 tell me 'they just want to talk to you about the car break in's that's all, just calm down'. Okay, that's fine. Are you the one that got hauled away in a Sheriff's car last summer to a place where you feared for your life (mental hospital)? No you are not. Are you a woman living alone? Not the last time I checked, though over the course of two years you could have lost that thing between your legs.
I don't know my neighbors well enough to go to their doors at 9:30pm to ask them if the Sheriff's department talked to them today or were left a business card in their doors.
This is not the way I wanted to spend my Monday night. I wanted to get some sleep without worry.
I've called the Sheriff's department, just like it said on the card. I'm a good citizen. The deputy that left the card is off duty. No one there could tell me what was going on. They ran my name, in fact, all three last names, and nothing came up. They ran the address and nothing came up.
See if it wasn't for the trip to the mental hospital last year or the fact that this month is 1st anniversary of when all the shit started happening last year (I ran for my life, literally, to get out the abusive relationship), maybe I wouldn't be so nervous right now.
A friend said I could come and stay with her except the kids have to go to school in the morning and she doesn't have room. Ex#2 won't let me come stay at his house. I called a co-worker tht works with the SD but he has his phone turned off. So here I sit, scared to sleep, tired as hell and mad as hell at the daughter for what she did to my dog.
