Half Past Dead

So, thanks to some psycho crazy adulterus hag I haven’t been able to have my daughter with me since my dad passed away in August. And, not olny did my ex mother in law tell me what a horrible parent I am and that my child would be better off if she never saw me again, the old battle ax is refusing to help me arrange to even spend time with her. I don’t care that the ex in-laws have been watching her, that is my daughter and not their decicion to make. I don’t even know where she is because they wont give me a straight answer.  If I could just go home, things would at least be somewhat more tollerable. I’d give/give up nearly anything to go home, the only exceptions are kiddo and my dog. Other than them I’d give ANYTHING to go home. Truly I’m in hell.

As for the construction on the condo, I’m still not really any closer than I was when I started. Help on a steady basis isn’t easy to come by, most of the time I’m lucky to get help once a week and that’s really pushing it.

A friend suggested that maybe I’m in a coma and that this horrible existance I’m being forced to endure is all a nightmare and that one day I’ll wake up and go home and find the people I love waiting with open arms. If that’s the case I’m so ready to wake up. Most days it’s al I can do not to listen to the voice that tells me where I hid the razor blades. When you hurt this much inside, pain from outside is nearly reggistered on the pain scale.