Gah. 20 days with no update. Oops.

Let’s see… there’s been more drama with my sister. We found things of mine that were packed to bring with me when I moved in her things at her place… things that I know for a fact I’d put in boxes, so she’d gone through my things and gotten out what she wanted. She burned some things that she took as well, so who knows what I’ll never be able to find. They’re getting her on a few drug related charges and I guess are investigating for some others. I’d not be surprised to see her go down for attempted murder. There’s evidence of her having stolen from people as well – we found a wallet when we were looking for my grinder so yeah. That’s been turned into the police.

My brother in law is out of one hospital and into another. He’s been placed in a psychiatric center until a bed at a rehabilitation place in Lexington opens up. He doesn’t know who his children are most of the time and just isn’t acting like himself, so hopefully they’ll get him lined out. It’s heartbreaking. There’s speculation that he didn’t take the drugs himself… and yeah she let him lay there for at least a couple of hours after the overdose with foam coming out of his mouth and him having trouble breathing.

Yay family.

Because I had her purse on me I was told that I couldn’t leave the area, so I had to pull out of my cousins wedding. Being stuck with that crap and not knowing it was bad enough, but to have to cancel the plans was just the icing on the turd cake. Of course I ended up being released from that this week, but it’s too little too late. Bleh.

Things with Cys mom have been a lot better, and we’re loving our new car so that meddling was actually good. He had a long talk about my car with her and it’s still sitting in the yard not running with grass and weeds all over it from lawn work. I figure that they’ll probably take it in my bankruptcy filing thinger, even though it’s not running, and I really don’t care. It would help me out if they did by getting rid of it for me.

I’ve been pushing myself to be more social outside of the house. For years a friend of mine has been saying that we should do something and we finally did last night. Cy got me after he got off work and we met Amanda and her husband Eli at El Azul’s in Hazard for dinner. Next week I’m going to try to do a cookout thinger with another Amanda, taking Kassidy with us so she can play with her little girl. In good news too I’m getting along really well with Cys ex, yet another Amanda, so that’s had me pretty happy. Even better than that is Cy is finally getting along really well with her again. He said he’s genuinely been able to forgive her for everything, and it’s because of me >.> I dunno how I managed to pull that off, but I’m glad. Our getting along is best for Kassidy and really best for all of us.

I’ll try to update more frequently – my lawyer could take up an entry all by himself. I’ll also try to get back into that comment returning habit. Right now I’m just far to frazzled to really do it any justice (or at all) so please forgive me – I’m not intending to be rude.

Thank you for all the support regarding everything that’s been going on.

I take back anything I’ve said before about adoring my future mother-in-law. Right now I’d not be unhappy if I never spoke to her again, and can’t wait until she and her husband are ready to go “on the move” so he can work. At least then she’ll be far out of my hair. I hope.

It’s going beyond the whole drama about me and a job and how that’s none of her business. Oh no it’s grown quite a bit since then. I really can’t help but feel like most fiance’s would have either thrown a fit on her by now or just left. The extent to her meddling (oh wait – “helping”) is really just leaving me shell-shocked.

Yes, my car broke down and is sitting out there. It’s been waiting on Cyrus and I to decide on whether it needs to be fixed or sold. His truck had something major go on with the tire and was undrivable as well. He’s been driving her Suburban, which he had been even before the truck got fucked because of how it’s better on gas.

So she decided the other day that she was going to have his truck towed to the shop with her AAA. No questing us about it, just getting it done. My question was “is she paying for it to be fixed?” Of course not. So that turns into her calling and making an appointment at a car lot in Cy’s name and us taking a trip to Pikeville yesterday. Now we’re getting a new car. We’re not making ends meet as it is, so let’s just add another $250 payment to the monthly bills. Sounds great.

Now of course in the long run it does end up being a good decision (that Cyrus and I talked about ourselves) seeing as it’s not going to put us any better off but we won’t go back any in what we’re saving in gas. Hopefully. His truck got 13 miles or less to the gallon and the new car (2009 Ford Focus) gets 33.

So we came home stressed from her being all over him about everything yesterday but happy because it’s a big step and neither of us have had a new car and all that. So today she tells him “good news” – she’s going to have my car towed and we’re going to get it fixed. “She wants it running.” WHY THE FUCKING HELL IS THAT HER DECISION?

We really can’t afford to have it fixed. We can’t afford the extra insurance. The new car has gone from being ours to being his and I get stuck with the one that everyone has deemed as shit. It’s mine, shouldn’t I have a say-so in whether it gets fixed or not? Especially seeing as I need to come up with yet even more money to get it fixed.

Why the hell can’t she just back the fuck off and let us do things on our own? I mean really.

Sitting in the car yesterday he was like “This is huge.” I told him yeah, it was, and I never thought we’d be making such a huge step before I even got my engagement ring (this month makes us being engaged for six). It hasn’t been a big deal until all of this. “Yeah we’ll save up and get it when we have the money, it’s ok if it takes a while,” is what I told him. If we can be buying cars and forcing mine to be fixed for hundreds of dollars though I should have that ring, if nothing else as consolation for putting up with the woman I’ve grown to despise.

I’ve never felt so second rate before in my life.

Then of course there’s the stress of having to reschedule my appointment with my lawyer and thusly my filing of bankruptcy because she wouldn’t let him drive her car so I could have the truck one day. “We might go to Ashland” is what she said, and of course they didn’t go anywhere. Now I’ve been getting pushed off for days on going to the nursing home to sign papers for my mother. It’s important… but I guess not important enough.

/cries