Week Three

So after last week I don't think anything could really compete especially since I was originally only suppose to spend four of the seven days with my dad and Marsha. Sadly I was disappointed on Monday night when my dad informed me that she wasn't going out of town with him anymore on Thursday morning - to which my response to him was that he now wasn't allowed to leave town until Friday morning because Marsha and I aren't allowed to be home alone together. My dad agreed with me and decided not to leave town until Friday morning - sad I know. But overall this week wasn't that bad granted there were a few moments where I just wanted to throw something at her or tell her to hush but I refrained from all of the above.

I think the fact that I kept myself busy all week with work stuff and just visiting different friends helped a lot, and the thought of knowing that Friday afternoon I got to go home to Wichita Falls to see my family really helped me keep my cool this week. Many people gave me a really hard time this week about being excited to go to Wichita Falls, but it is home to me granted it is not where I live anymore. But it is still home because it is where my family (mom's side anyways) lives, so for me going to Wichita Falls means going home and getting to see family. Whitney and Cliffy were both coming home from school for Easter, so it was a nice to be able to see them especially since it had been since mid Feb when I saw Whitney and Christmas since I saw Cliffy. Not to mention it is always nice to be around sane parts of my family and not the crazy one that I am currently having to live with. The toughest part of the week was that both of my living options fell threw, so who knows exactly how long I will have to stay at 1300 Eastwick,and so that was really discouraging especially since I no longer see a light at the end of the tunnel, and I really need to see a light at the end of all of this. I am beginning to wonder what is wrong with me and why no one wants to live with me. I know that God has a plan all worked out, but it is tough to believe that right now. Hopefully, something will come along soon or else I really am going to go crazy.

I am really thankful that week three was more like week one than week two, and fingers crossed week four will be more like week one and three since Marsha and dad are both suppose to be out of town from Tuesday morning - Sunday night of next weekend. She better go out of town with him or else it will be one really long week because this is a trip I can't tell dad that he can't take.