finally a light at the end of the tunnel

I can't believe it's been over a month since my last post. Ok, I can. It's been a fucking insane month.

We have been dealing with Hell House, House of Horrors, Nightmare Inn - take your pick - for the past 6 weeks. Five 30-yard dumpsters later, 2 storage units and two women who sell on eBay, there is FINALLY an end in sight. Even though we could easily take another 2 or 3 weeks to clean and sort shit out, the closing is next week.

This weekend is the final push to clean, pack and load the storage units. During this process, we've had some amazing friends helping us. Some have come only once, others 2 or 3 times or more, cleaning unimaginable filth, working their asses off, all simply because they're amazing people and great friends. We're going to take everyone out to dinner in the next couple of weeks, a celebration of sorts and a huge "can't thank you enough" party. Even the guys we've been paying will be a part of it. They've had to put up with so much, all saying they've never seen anything like this.

We've also been dealing with Happy Pants, Stupid, Fucking Cunt, Bitch for Brains - take your pick - Deb's sister, this entire time. She has done ZERO towards dealing with the house. The only thing she has done is take some furniture and a couple of bags and boxes of her own clothing and stuff. THAT'S IT. She hasn't even thrown out a bag of daily garbage that she created. She has come by and cursed out everyone working, instilled fear in a grown man (looking for the burning cross and sheet over her head, the fucking bigot), thrown boxes, clothing and bags around the house, broken the window because the door was jammed, and ransacked already packed boxes. Oh yeah, big help.

She won't even tell us where she's living. Everything has to go through the town social worker, another piece of work, who has vehemently defended Stupid, saying Deb's been at fault for everything and oh poor misunderstood little sister.

What. The. Fuck?!?!

Debbie has done nothing but try and help this bitch. Everything she does is with the mindset of making sure she's getting a fair deal. Maybe not the best deal, but at least fair. Debbie has lost sleep over this and is taking Xanax to deal with the nerves and stress. And this fucking bitch has the nerve to say she's at fault for Stupid's predicament? Just give me one reason...

After she broke into the house, Debbie was wild-eyed, afraid that she would come after her/us at our home. Ok, so it's the PTSD rearing it's ugly head, but the Bitch is definitely sick enough to threaten or hurt us. First foot on our property and I'm calling the cops.

Rambling more than usual tonight, but tired, stressed and so ready for this to all be over. So, if you're in the area and want to help this weekend, let me know and I'll send you directions. There's a party afterwards.