Home Sweet Home

This past weekend was a weekend in hell. I've called 3 places "home" in the past two days. 3 places that aren't my actual home. I've spent about 5 hours at home since 5 am Saturday morning. Most of the weekend was spent at the church. Then the Kilbournes'. Then the Tobins'. I also spent a few hours at the Edmiston household. Anywhere but home is where I wanted to be.

But today, as I sit in my room for the first time in 3 days, things seem a little calmer. I'm still not happy about the events that unfolded this weekend, but it's not chaos for the moment. There is one less in the house. Didn't even get to say goodbye. I wish her well, though. I pray she gets the best. Right now, she deserves the best.

In the midst of all this, I see just how much my friends are willing to pull for me. I've always known, but I got to see. Thank you, all of you. Sarah, Aly, Lisa, Mr. Mike, Caitlin, Liz. Thank you all so much. Especially Lisa. I don't know what I would have done if you weren't there. Thank you Aly and Sarah and Mr. Mike for the offers of a place to stay if I needed to. Right now, I think I'll be alright at home, at My home, for the time being.

I don't know how long the whole "no alcohol" thing is going to last, but with an alcoholic of 18+ years, I don't think it will last long. A week, maybe. Please, keep this in your prayers. If he is in this house with me one more time, and he's drunk, I'm out. I don't care how late, early, rainy, sunny, hot, freezing it is. I will not be in this house around another drunk person. I don't know where I'll go, but anywhere has to be better than that.

Through all of this, I feel blessed. I feel cared for. I feel loved. Wile E. Coyote tried. Oh boy, did he try. He thinks he's gonna win this, beat me. Ha. He will never beat me. I have the best RoadRunner on my side. And the RoadRunner always wins.