I had a meltdown on the weekend. The door to the place wasn't ok. I just had this vision of not being able to get in and being all alone and locked out. Luckily a friend came through for me.

So I am about 2/3rds the way there. Have to make another run on Wednesday. After that I have stuff in storage and have no idea how I will move it. I just know I will one day at a time.

This is a tremendous stress of course. I asked the A to lend a hand. He said he could not be bothered to walk to the bus top for me. I gave him $80.00 earlier this week for food and for bringing my dog to me.

He also informed me this week eh broke my bike. As uusual there was np prefix to it being sorry. I can't say I need the bike 24/7 but he has no conscience at all I think.

He is now saying he is going to stay with his Uncle who he spent 5 minutes with in May when he offered a place then. He fully expects me to fund it all. I am not. I don't have it to keep moving him around from one catastophe to the next.

I felt incredible resentment when he would not even lift a box for me on the weekend. He has all the excuses in the world, no money, ill health, depression. Guess what I have all those too and I still moved boxes. I told him for once I could not hear his "poor me" stories anymore. I simply cannot hear them.

So I am really exhausted and trying to deal with the one obstacle at a time when it comes up.

The irony is that I have become close to some of the less dysfunctional people in my house. I have made friends despire it all. I have lived 7 plus years in total chaos and isolation with the A. Now I get to have a friend or two....

I know after Labor Day it will be so so much better for me. I'll have the bulk of this move behind me and i'll get to have one day off. After that I'll be looking avidly for extra work so I can dig myself out of this debt.

Maresie.