My god, I actually had a pleasant conversation with Mom in which no horrible things were said and she never mentioned moving.

... the worst thing is that I found that worth remarking.

I'm so tired of drama. This time it isn't me or my family, but my BFF. I know I posted a while back when she discovered that her husband was molesting their daughter. Bad situation but once he was confronted, he has given her everything she has asked for. And her daughter has recovered from the experience fairly well, though she doesn't ever want to see dad again (understandably).

So I recently found out that in August her eldest son, 18 years old, was arrested for domestic abuse of his girl friend. My BFF bailed him out. Then a few weeks ago he snapped and started beating up my BFF to the point where neighbors had to call the cops. He is still in jail and not due out until December 30th. She is moving from Washington back to California on December 21st. She has had the worst 5 months ever. I just can't even... I wish I could help her move or do something to help her. Right now it is just a lot of talking and trying to tempt her to move to Colorado.

Right now it is just a lot of talking and trying to tempt her to move to Colorado.

She should totally move in with you! And have the sanity and whatnot!

Oh my god, Suzi, that's awful. Her son beat her up?

Lee I highly recommend fosters that have been in a house with cats

This. A good rescue should be able to hook you up, and you might think about a foster-to-adopt situation - your intention is to keep the dog but if it and the cats just can't fit after a while, you have an option without too much guilt.

Jesus, Suzi. Horrifying.

Oh lord, Suzi, that is awful.

I think I'm losing my memory way too fast (but my friend J is 44 and getting hearing aids so maybe I'm just feeling old). I can't remember what I need. Nor can I get enough sleep to feel rested. I swear, I could Rip Van Winkle it and still feel tired.

Today, though, my brain just went blargh. I got down to the parking lot (my classroom is on the 4th floor) and realized I had forgotten my purse. So I went back upstairs, even though I was late, righteously taking the stairway. I get up there and grab my water bottle and get back downstairs. I open the car, get in and realize I still don 't have my purse. WTF?!

I feel dumb. I can't remember crap.

Her son beat her up?

Yeah. She is 5 foot nothing, maybe 100 lbs. He is 6' plus and strong. All three of her kids are adopted, not that it really matters, other than he is bigger than both my BFF and her ex.

She is dealing as well as she can. She already had a lawyer for the divorce and molestation stuff, so adding in dealing with the domestic violence... I just boggle. Yes, stuff at home for me isn't exactly roses right now, but no one is throwing punches or molesting anyone.

I can't get my goddamn parents on the phone, any numbers. My brother talked to them 10 hrs ago. Not amused.

Ah, this is what I need: a couple of cookies and a nice long Narnia/Torchwood crossover.