Things have gotten to a point that I'm thinking of moving in to the garage. How desperate is that? I just don't know what else to do. I'd have to clean out the garage, mind you, and it's full up. I'm so fed up I'm thinking of cleaning the garage out to live in because the house situation is so stressful. And I have no where else to go. There is no place I can go and shut the door and be alone.
I've been relegated to doing anything I want to do on the loveseat in the living room. Which is going to have to change because it is the entertainment center for the husband and he cannot handle having people interrupt him while he's watching his "shows." That was the drama this evening. B.S. came home and said hi while he was watching his shows. And he was rude. So she got pissed. And I'm in the middle again. And if I'm sitting here, occasionally I will say something, which is now basically prohibited.
I house sat this weekend. It was quiet, peaceful and not a bit stressful. I dreaded coming back because I felt better this weekend away from the house than I've felt in a long while. I was right to be concerned because it started right back in as soon as I got back. Tomorrow I'm traveling around for work. And I'm looking forward to it. I don't know how to live like this, I just don't. It'll kill me.
I've got to figure something out or I'll lose my mind.
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