I just couldn't do anymore today. Hubby and I have been working our tails off all day long to prepare for the movers. There comes a time when you just have to say that it's good enough. The movers will come. Like Tim Gunn says, we'll "make it work". No matter what the buyer's mold inspector finds, we'll make it work. It will be done, even if it takes a little longer than expected. But maybe it won't.

These past four months, I have done what I had to do, which has been far far beyond what I've done for much of 12 years. I just had to do it. I had to. There was no room for becoming too ill. Of course it could have been possible that I became too ill, but I managed not to. I'm supremely happy about that and proud of my ability to use ever single coping skill possible and just keep my eye on the prize.

I'll be leaving behind a place and people that were never really adequate support for me, other than my psychiatrist. My siblings don't really care about me enough. My brother had the audacity to put some kind of guilt trip on me instead of asking "Do you need some help? I haven't really don't anything for you up to this point?"

My sister took probably close to $500 worth of groceries that I offered her. Do you know what I heard from my brother afterwards? Basically he said that my sister and brother-in-law were sort of lamenting that they don't know what to do with the stuff. I told my brother that they can shove it all in the garbage, if they like. Or would that be too much work and inconvenience for them? F them!