so financial probs are nothing new. my parents are telling me yes, they'll help and set my life straight but they want me to move back home with my kids. i'd rather drink drano (is it okay to say that here?) i've been on the verge of breaking down for a while now and i think this is the final straw. i can not be in that house. i can not be around those people. i am not coping with this well and the stupid moron shrink thinks hey, just take some more meds and all is gravy, right? wrong. i cant cope with this &^%$ and i need it to just stop. i want to put myself away just to escape. i've been trying to escape since i was seventeen. . . finished high school early and moved into a strangers run down apartment in the boonies just to get away and now theyre telling me i have no choice but to go home? i would rather starve and beg on the streets than be in that house. and its not fair because i have my kids to worry about but i cant have them there. i cant risk them going through what i went through. i want my husband to take them to his parents house. my parents "demand" i be there this sunday and i've been on the verge of falling apart all darn day. i think i'm going crazy. i'm seriously losing it.