Well, shit.
Back to the drawing board.
My family(except my dad) decided rather than let me live in and rent grandma's until I can buy it they want it sold and done with. Thank goodness I wasn't completely moved in when they said that, now I just have to put what I did move into storage. Unfortunately, that also means that my living situation isn't going to improve until my divorce is final, heaven knows when that will be. Until then, I will have no peace at home. Now I also have to help set up for an estate sale to sell the things the family didn't want to keep because I refuse to make my dad do it by himself, everyone else is either busy, unwilling, or lives too far away.
My older dog isn't doing well. I think it may be time to let her go and it breaks my heart. She is the very first puppy I ever had and imagining coming home and not hearing her howl when I walk up the steps is tearing me apart.
On the positive side, my new therapist is amazing, school is going well, and work is okay. I have also started exercising again; hopefully being more active will help my energy levels.
I'm just so exhausted in every way: physically, mentally, and emotionally.
Thanks for reading.
