Its a brand new day. I have escaped the Hell House and Darth Bitchious. It wasn't easy. Even as we were in the process of moving and paid up on rent she had to give us hell. We had too much trash she said, and our rooms were immaculate when we moved in, she said. She felt betrayed by all the specks of mess across the floor and the conditions and how the drugee duo left their room ready to be moved into.
Not that she had any right to be in our rooms until rent was due, but its easier to tidy up and keep order when you're not huddled in your room hiding like Anne Frank from the Nazis to survive.
My therapist suggested she has dementia. All reports are she's always been a crazy bitch.
It will take time to detox but I will not dwell on purpose.
The new place is amazing. I have a half floor to myself. It's been an unfurnished blank slate. Like an empty Sim house. Except the kitchen was furnished. Now we are making it ours.
I have found peace, joy, and hope once more. The budget will be tight, but gas and food costs will drop.
More tomorrow. Mama and I have finished a fantastic home made taco salad for dinner, banana pudding is chilling, and now it is time for The Forest,
co starring Natalie Dormer and Eoin Macken.
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