Here I sit on Day 11. I just had one of the biggest test to my quit up until now.
Sunday will be a much bigger fucking test.
I had a family member (in-law - doesn't matter who) need a place to stay until things got a little better a couple of years ago. We offered our place, no money just carry your weight around the place. After moving in, could not find a job and I understand they are hard to find. No help around the house, at least sweep the mother fucking floors, you are living for fucking free. Could not go get my son a gallon of milk--milk cost too much but will try to hide fucking Starbucks cups in the trashcan outside. At 10 months it was basically that person or me. One of us was moving the fuck out of the house. He moved out and moved 5 hours away. I know this is going to be a horrible statement but I don't want to ever see him again.
The wife sent me a text this afternoon. He found a job...it's only been 2.5 years. Guess fucking what. the job is near here and he is coming to spend "a couple" of nights here. Mother fucker, mother fucker, mother fucker. day mother fucking 11