This day, February 3, 2016.

And then;

It gets better for a bit, then hits the pits again.  Keep making promises to myself: bed early, rise early. Pray, move, take meds., get outside for walkies.  Do well for a bit .

And then;

Something happens, no money to pay the bills, no money to pay the taxes, no nothing.   Husband who hates being here, hates being away from his chums, hates this house that requires regular upkeep, hates cleaning animal water bowls and food bowls,  hates everything north of the Red.

And then:

Husband hates me for making him move here, hates me for being ill, hates, hates, HATES !


And then:

I just wish he would go.