I am home again. No more living out of a suitcase. My cat doesn't know me. I think God for our bed. There's nothing like your own bed. I was camping out on my sisters living room floor. I no longer have to watch G rated television. My sister has a four-year-old and a six-year-old. Yes my mother has been medicated for her mood swings. I am safe. I have chosen to only speak to her by phone. But just in case all my dishes are now plastic .ha ha.