Things have settled down, thank goodness. I’m kind of getting prepared to, for at least temporarily, being without a place to stay. It’s a scary thought. But I won’t be your average, run of the mill homeless person, I have a blog….
But seriously, it is a terrifying thought.
Mini Mister is safe. But we can’t keep paying for nights in the hotel. Money is running out. I know now, no matter how I handle “the situation”, I would be in the same circumstances. At least, I handled things honestly. I can look people in the eye. Nothing can be gained from decieving people. I am not a perfect person, but at least my children know that I will fight for what is right, despite the personal cost.
At this point, my dad is still talking about demolition. He just won’t listen that it will wait. I can’t afford to wait for him to realise that I am telling the truth. It’s blantly obvious, but facts are ignored. I have to get my own head on straight. I will do all that I can for him, but not at the expense of my kids.