That night jolly guy came home and was stamping around and almost sounded like he was growling.  The girls and I stayed hidden in the one bedroom and again spent the night together; my daughter with her pillow and myself and other daughter sharing the twin mattress on the floor.  I couldn’t take it.  My… Continue reading Day 7

My mind was racing. I had a million things to fix and they all needed to be done immediately. I was in panic mode, more so than I had ever been before. More so then when I found out I was pregnant, more so than when Gingham and I divorced, more so then when I… Continue reading Day 6

That night my girls and I slept all in one bedroom.  My daughter on her bed with a million pillows trying to make her comfortable and my younger daughter and I sharing a twin mattress on the floor.  We were all livid.  I couldn’t sleep, I had to do something, it was bordering on insanity… Continue reading Day 4

We get to my parents house at the same time as the therapist and when she sees my daughter gives her a giant hug and they go in the house to start their session. I was off to the store and my parents to the basement so they could have their privacy. It took a… Continue reading Day 3 Continues

It was now day three of being home and I hated it.  All the girls were still sleeping when jolly guy got up to get ready for work.  I was having coffee and asked him when he thought his sister was coming to get them so I could have everyone up and ready.  He snapped… Continue reading Day 3

I tried to have him calm down explaining that it wasn’t that big of a deal. The girls could go to his father’s or my parents or their mother’s for an hour or two then come back home. He was so mad he was screaming and then hung up on me. About fifteen minutes later… Continue reading Day 2