In the time that I was away, my Mom was thinking of going to Australia to meet with someone she doesn't know (and there are reasons other than the obvious that makes this a horrid idea). My gramma is dying, getting worse constantly. My brother almost lost his visitations with his daughter because the ex wanted to be a cunt. Thankfully not ONE lawyer would take her case after figuring out that he actually IS a good Dad. I found out that I have Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome, am capable of having children, but not right now. I have to get the results of my glucose tolerance test to figure out just how high my insulin is and then changing my life around. My Mom is now homeless. My roomie decides to destroy mine and my neighbours mailbox in a drunken fit. And my guinea pig had a stroke. *L* So that's been my life the past couple of months.
