I feel like I'm silently freaking out in my head since I've been put on bed rest. Bills will be paid a day late, Robert's mom still hasn't moved out. We pay for everything in the house & she still claims it as hers, bahahaaa! She thinks life is suppose to hand her free things, & that's not how it works. Hopefully she's gone soon, I can't deal with her face anymore. I need to be at work where I can be sane & provide for my little family. These last few weeks should be interesting because, according the Robert I've just let things fly right out of my mouth, not that that normally doesn't happen but my fuck it attitude isn't making it any better.