Well, they seem to have left at last. I'm almost afraid to believe it.
The first time I met her, she was reading the Bible and drinking a beer; by the end, she'd lost custody of her kids and was known as trouble. I lent her my sewing machine; it was filthy when she returned it. She simply gave away a dog and cat I offered to rescue and helped care for. She and her horrid boyfriend physically assaulted a teenager who owed her money for a haircut.
And now, all that chaos and violence and yelling and messy yard and screaming kids is finished. It's going to take a while before the relief sets in.
Last edited by claudine191; 10-19-2013 at 07:50 AM.