dashcat
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You know that saying that you'd better watch what you wish for? Ain't it the truth! I know that difficult child continuing to live here wasn't good for me .. and it probably wasn't good for her, either, in the long run... but I am struggling mightily with the consequences of having told her to leave.
She's pretty much moved out and it will only be a matter of a few days before I change the locks and begin to regain some of the peace I had here once upon a time. But there's a price.
I'm beginning to see her new situation for what it really is. She isn't renting a room from this guy. She isn't babysitting in exchange for board, either. The reality is that she has moved in with a virtual stranger. Whether or not this guy is "ok" is really beside the point. The point is that she is that impulsive. When faced with having to leave here, she saw this as her best alternative. What will do when (and I do mean when) this falls apart? The only things left in her room are her bed and a couple piles of clothing. She took every phothograph, her box containing all the cards and letters she received when she would go on church retreats, her adoption scrapbook I made her and she has moved them all into a stranger's basement.
She spent the night here last night and I'm pretty sure that she will be leaving tonight after work for good. I thought I was scared when she was here, but it doesn't compare to how scared I am right now for her.
Dash
She's pretty much moved out and it will only be a matter of a few days before I change the locks and begin to regain some of the peace I had here once upon a time. But there's a price.
I'm beginning to see her new situation for what it really is. She isn't renting a room from this guy. She isn't babysitting in exchange for board, either. The reality is that she has moved in with a virtual stranger. Whether or not this guy is "ok" is really beside the point. The point is that she is that impulsive. When faced with having to leave here, she saw this as her best alternative. What will do when (and I do mean when) this falls apart? The only things left in her room are her bed and a couple piles of clothing. She took every phothograph, her box containing all the cards and letters she received when she would go on church retreats, her adoption scrapbook I made her and she has moved them all into a stranger's basement.
She spent the night here last night and I'm pretty sure that she will be leaving tonight after work for good. I thought I was scared when she was here, but it doesn't compare to how scared I am right now for her.
Dash