I keep praying that my daughter will get her life together. Not just for her, not just for me but for Rebecca of course. (see family stress)
But there are no signs of her doing that as of yet. She just called me at work to let me know she has to spend the night again because Steve, her boyfriend and Rebecca’s so called Daddy told her he is so mad at her she is not allowed to come home.
See, if this was me, that right there would push me over the edge and I would be so done with the ass hole. But because I know my daughter and this has been going on for years, I can tell by hear voice that she is no where near that point. So again, I am sitting here at work dreading to go home to my own house.
This feeling is one of the reasons Gerry and I need a place to really get away from it all, I just don’t know if I can wait until after the winter to use it. Maybe we can find a place to park our new trailer and use it for the winter? I would so NOT tell any one where it is either. Ha, if only.