Well I don't really know how I could, Drew is now working with his dad. So he leaves the house at like 6am and doesn't get back until like 5pm, and I know Stewart... he is so damn lazy, he wouldn't ever be wiling to take me anywhere... and I don't/can't drive because of my freakin disability.

*cries* I was really hoping all this would be over today, but no...
when Drew (my husband) was getting ready for work, I was awake but still laying in the bed, and I heard Stewart *****ing to his Daddy about the incident last night. A few hours later when I got up, Stewart and Amanda (yes, Drew's sister is named Amanda too) were talking and I know they were talking about me, because while I was upstairs they were talking in normal voices, but when I opened the bed room door and went to the bathroom they got a lot quieter. And when I actually came downstairs, they looked at each other and Amanda snickered.

And then momma called and we were talking, and it came up and she said, "I heard there was an incident last night with scissors."

"yeah."

"Amanda I have told you before, I will not put up with that."
(she just made me feel about 6" tall)

I completely lost it and started crying.

She said, "I don't understand how anything could ever get so bad that anyone would want to cut themselves. And as far as being talked about, we are all under a lot of stress. You are in a place you don't want to be, and they don't like ya'll being here."
She was quick to follow that up with, "but it's not because you are not wanted so if that's what you are thinking you can STOP IT!!!
I am more than a little confused. To me, "they don't like ya'll being here." sounds a lot I am not wanted.