Sitting at DH's parent's house alone. I have nothing to do and nowhere to be. It makes me lonely and sad. It makes me miss my husband even more. So so so very much I could go to the store or something, but it's just a different location for the same feeling of emptiness. Nothing feels right.

As if it wasn't bad enough that my husband died 24 days ago....

His father, has broken into our house at least twice. There may have been more times, but I've only caught it twice. I can't call the police, because there are no witnesses and they wouldn't be able to do anything anyways because of that fact. He admitted to the first time, but he wouldn't own up to it any subsequent time. He is pathological and scary. I hate this man...

So, if any of you have read my past blog(s), I've stepped out as the "middle man" between DH and BM because I hate that bitch, I called her a whore, and I really just didn't want to do it anymore. Because of this, DH hasn't spoken to SD5 since June (because of course, BM NEVER EVER calls us for SD to speak to DH).

He was telling me last night that he really misses SD and would like to talk to her, but he just can't make himself do it because he absolutely does not want to speak to BM.

So I hate my husbands biological father. My MIL divorced him when my DH was 3 or 4 because he was abusive, a drug addict, and serially unfaithful. He even gave my MIL an STD! From then on until my DH was about 17, his dad was in and out of prison because of drugs and for abusing women. I think he spent two years in prison once because of Felony Assault-DV.