So it's been a couple weeks since, well, "the incident". I'm getting my life on track for the most part; I've got an interview with a temp agency tomorrow to get a source of income, and I'm looking for a place of my own since my brother and my sister-in-law want to fix up the farm a bit before the wedding. I'm also doing workouts with my mom and her friend, and I'm seeing a counselor once a week. The antidepressants are helping a little, but it could be a couple more weeks before they kick in fully.

I haven't really talked to him since I left; I figured we both needed some time apart before we could try to rebuild at least a bit of a friendship. His stepmom, on the other hand, likes to bash me whenever the opportunity presents itself. Case in point: he commented that he lost some weight in the past couple of weeks. She comments that it's because I'm not around to buy him junk food and that HER cooking is helping him lose weight. Ummm, excuse me? He's gone shopping with me, he had input on our grocery list, HE COULD HAVE MADE ACTUAL DECISIONS ABOUT THINGS. Ugh, whatever. If she still wants to act like a middle-schooler when she's middle-aged, that's her own fault. I'm not going to bother with her.

That's pretty much it for now. Moving out and being a bridesmaid will keep me busy for a while, and I'm debating whether or not to go to Camp Feral. We shall see.

Oh yeah, thank you  cinderelmcreek and  sporbitz for letting me hang out. I really appreciated it.