annieagain's Journal

I have been gone for quite awhile, it looks like things have changed around here. They certainly have for me as well. My son is home finally and the things that went on while my ex had him living there with him was horrid. It is not working out here though either, he steals, lies to the point I do not know if he has ever told the truth. He has stolen by debit charge card and stolen over $300 almost 400 not to mention the cash he has taken around the house. I moved into a house which he is ttrying with the help of his friends to destroy. All he and friends do is drink my wine(which I no longer keep in the house) eat my food and then draw all around the house penis pictures. He goes through my draws and takes things.                            The worse part is that he threatens me and will stand over me calling me a retard and f**kin b**ch meanwhile using my phone he has taken from me. He dresses like a thug, and his voice is mean and loud he scares me most of the time. He has done things I cannot talk of now he was arrested and probably will go back to jail. Now he has forged checks, will not go to school he is waiting on readmit into a school that he only has to attend for 3-4 hours he refused to go to. Oh and he was finally diagnosised as bipolar something I have thought of as some of his problems.  I know this sounds like an unfair rant but he has worn me down there have been days since he has been home with me that I feel like a mentally abused spouse, I even called a woman's shelter. I know that this disease is hell to live with I hope to find a residential to place him in and that the IL court will agree to his placement there as opposed to jail which is where he is going.

     I just went to nuero and my MRI said my MS was not active, I do have problems with vision occasionally and the TN acts up and they put me back on singular for pain works soso. I am not so bad but yet my friends look at me and say I look awful. I am in the upper levels of psychology classes now and doing fairly well. My stress is fairly high now though and I feel as though there are days that I just want to stop and hide in a nice quiet place. Gary just walked into my room with a BB rifle telling me it was a real gun, and there is no orange tip on it. It was just to make mom upset.