About 15 years ago a woman moved into our condo complex. She was a single mom, & her son had finished college with honors--got his first job with post office. She'd sold the house because she said he needed to live on his own. She wanted to, as well. We shared a first name and had so much in common ... until one time the son came home wanting money. Big fight! When I saw her a couple of days later I didn't know her.

Turns out she was bipolar & her son--angry because she wouldn't hand out money--had taken her medication. She was fully manic, had let everything including diabetic meds go, was out-of-control and in trouble. She attacked me, claimed to be someone I'd never heard of ... fortunately I founds clues in her condo.

She still lives here but has a public guardian. The son's in prison for trying to steal everything. The woman doesn't know me, is medicated.

i don't want that!! but it would be so nice to not have to be in charge of everything. I get so tired of being the adult. I've been through this with so many ... And now to have to do it for me? Oh, (((((((Christina))))))).

NotFairNotFairNotFairNotFairNotFairNotFair! ! Where's my vet? Why can't I just say to him someday ... doc, the pain is too much, i have no appetite, the deadlines are too many, it's time for your bag ...