I am so exhausted! Mentally, and physically! I always say that that woman is batshit crazy! The truth is, there should be much stronger words to describe her! She had me clean, and re-clean, and sometimes re-clean again. She complained about imaginary dust and streaks. She just doesn’t stop! Finally, I was able to take my shower and get into bed.

Sometimes I feel bad for aunt Trisha. I mean she really doesn’t have anybody, but I truly think that is her choice. Before living with her, I always felt bad for her. I know my parents did. They were the only ones that did things for her. She seemed sweet then. she isn’t a very attractive woman. She has very pale, wrinkled skin and an unusually large head. She looks a lot older than she is. She has never been married, or had any children of her own.

When my parents died, my aunt Trisha was aware that they had life insurance that was to be split between me and her. At first when I came to live with her she seemed very generous. She allowed me to get my car and to buy the things I needed to live there, like a bed, dresser, etc. Then all of a sudden she was spending money hand over fist and getting contractors to renovate her entire house! I no longer have access to any of the money if there is any left. I truly don’t care though. Money has never been very important to me. Just makes me realize how selfish she is. I try to just stay away from her as much as possible and make her happy, so I don’t have to deal with her too much.

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Hoping I don’t have too much trouble sleeping tonight. As I lay here, my body is just humming from exhaustion. I’m getting excited to go out with Bobby tomorrow. I am picturing us playing car games and having some laughs together. This might be good. Bobby seems nice enough even though he is weird and awkward. Maybe he’s trying to get away from something too? This will give us a chance to get to know each other.

Aunt Trisha has met Bobby a couple of times when he came to pick me up and drop me off whenever my car wasn’t working. She doesn’t like him either. She says that he is a psycho mama’s boy. He does talk about his mom quite a bit. well, he doesn’t talk very much at all but when he is talking, it’s usually about his mother. That doesn’t make him a bad person. Isn’t it good that he takes care of his mom? I think that they take care of each other?

trying to shut my head off so I can go to sleep. Finally I feel my body going limp. Hope I can have a few good dreams.