So, the Litany: My son got me to pay for at least his one way to NYC 'cause he fucked up again here in York living with the pretty little alcoholic. He got her dad to pay for her to go up to NYC with him. They asked my eldest for help and then dumped her to go to his friend's house. They were told not to show up at my dad's - so guess where they are at? Yes, my dad's house. And my son thinks his father - the pothead who believes I'm responsible for all the evil in the world - will pay their way back to York because my son has to be here by Friday evening for his recruiter.

My youngest called me today to beg me to get her out of the residential facility. When I put my foot down, she pulled the same guilt trip my son pulled to get the money to go to NY: it's my fault they're like that because I abandoned them for almost 15 years. FUCK that hurt.

May give notice to my job that I'll be going to parttime by August 25th - I need a job and I am going to move to Lancaster City after all. No, I'm not moving in with Oddity. That's not in the cards at all. Neither of us are ready for it. I want my own place. I need to drive. I need to get out of Capt's A's house and way. I need to move on careerwise. I need so much!