Holding my breath

Well things seriously went from bad to worse quick, fast, and in a hurry. And according to her, it's all our fault. When in all actuality it's not. Not going to say some of the tension isn't caused by us, but for the majority...no.

So, I am holding my proverbial breath now. We got us a place, but aren't suppose to move in til next week. Hoping beyond hope that they will go ahead and let us move in like tomorrow. Need to get out pf here before it gets much worse. And it's heading in that direction very quickly.

So okay she wants to sell the house so she can go travel? Whatever. She can do whatever she feels like doing. I have come to absolute peace with my decision to wash my hands of it. It's not daddy's house anymore. That's what I had to come to terms with. She has come in and destroyed everything it was. There's no love here anymore. Just a shell with a bitter old woman haunting the halls. And it's nothing more than a burden to her anyways since she is more than willing to "sell it to get out from under it".

I am totally excited about the idea of absolute quiet :) nothing but nature to listen to when we go outside. No radio blaring at the butt crack of dawn. No bitching about touching her shit. Just peace with the occasional hiccup. No stress, no walking on egg shells 24/7. Yeah...it's going to be nice.