I don't think I can take much more of this. Starting April 1, the Day from H&ll, when P's handyman helped move a friend into P's NY apt and all H&ll broke loose, there was a wounded turkey buzzard in my yard, and I had finally finished my antibiotics for the cat bite, things have gone downhill. You recall I re-homed the cat with-some people from my church and they fell in love with-her. I made a stupid investment with-a broker on my cousin's behalf. He is under investigation by FINRA, the SEC and the FBI. (Can I pick 'em or what?) and I think I lost an entire yr's worth of convalescent care for my cousin. I've spent countless hrs filing paperwork with-the govn't and local attys. I signed up P with-a therapist so we can get her into reality where she knows she cannot go home again and cannot have her own apt. She can't walk with-o assistance and can't even put the phone back on the cradle with-o losing it. She talks into the call button like it is a microphone and she hasn't taken a bath in 2 mo's. She was in tears at the therapist's ofc and I thought we'd made a breakthrough, but the next day she was back to her old carping about her apt and her cat. difficult child has been awful lately. Yesterday we really got into it. The lackluster teacher came up the my car window at carpool and told me difficult child pulled a string out of his tie, played with-it all day, then said he couldn't wear it, all so he wouldn't have to wear it. The teachers made him staple it back together and put it back on. So she wrote up a demerit. difficult child was in such a snit, he immediately got on my case when we pulled out of the pkng lot. I stupidly said something sarcastic, he got into a rage and started screaming at me in rush hr traffic (Fri b4 Memorial Day--ugh) and I spat tea in his face. He grabbed my wrist and bit as hard as he could. (Same hand ... shades of the cat from H&ll.) Not easy to drive when you're sobbing and in pain. I dropped him off at husband's ofc and went home to bed. I emailed the cat's new owner and said my cousin wanted to invite herself over to visit. They emailed back that Sat. isn't a good day ... and that something sad has happened. I called them and there's no answer. I hate my life.