Thanks, sj.

Yeah, Aims, it sounds like leaving her alone and braving a week-long cold shoulder might be the best solution.

WEll, if she'll just sulk when she gets home, leave her be.

I think it is perfectly rational to say " sorry , I don't have time to get yelled at right now ".

of course, I had no sleep last night and I am perfectly willing to smack anyone that might deserve it.

Many brackets to Spidra.

Aims, that sounds frustrating as hell. If you're not afraid of her hurting herself, and it doesn't sound like that's a thing that's going on, I'd say let her get herself home.

This.

It seems that fetching her back makes that a Ritual, and I kind of distrust those. Every family kind of has its own code, though, so. Really, Spidra, I'm here and I never heard about that. Might be interesting.

Ugh Aimee.

So, parents, how did you decide whether or not to have a 2nd child?

I knew from the get go I wanted to have more than one if it worked out that way. Would have tried for a third if money and age were no object.

And all I can think is, I'll never go over to their house again and get to spend time with her, and I can't stand that. I told Tim that last night, and he said, "Well, I had her for 44 years. You were just getting to know her and wanted to know her better. Of course you feel that way."

Aw, The Boy. I might be sniffling a little bit.

Spidra, what an awful year you've been having. I'm so sorry.

Aims, yikes, that's a shitty situation for all concerned. I don't know what I'd do in your place, but I agree that leaving her there for a while (as long as you're not worried that she would hurt herself, and I realize that might be a tough call to make) sounds like good advice.

Lots of ~ma.

I got my car! It's little and red and adorable, and when the back seat is folded down, it's got a ton of space for carrying stuff! And it's all zippy and new and mine! Now I've got to learn how to use my GPS, because roads around here make no sense, and I get lost easily, anyway.

I think my plan for the rest of today, though, is to finish unpacking my kitchen stuff, and then work on the bedroom stuff, so that I'll have a place to cook and eat, and I'll know where my clothes are.

Have you been to Costco yet? That's the first thing I did when I got the new car home, just because it felt like the thing to do. And then Target! I couldn't think of anything I needed at Home Depot just then, which was kind of a bummer.

I got my car! It's little and red and adorable, and when the back seat is folded down, it's got a ton of space for carrying stuff! And it's all zippy and new and mine! Now I've got to learn how to use my GPS, because roads around here make no sense, and I get lost easily, anyway.

Yay, Hil!

I just talked to my dad and he said to leave her there since friends of theirs will be going up with her for the weekend and he'll be going up, too. She just totally has her bitch on and my dad sounded so sad. Sometimes, she makes me so fucking angry because she has this awesome man who has stuck with her through everything and she treats him like shit and then I think about how many times I've done the same with Joe (since everything my mother does means I do it too) and I want to curl up and cry and make him a lasagna.

Joe, not my dad.