There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love,
but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream - whatever that dream might be.
Pearl S. Buck

Monday, March 19

Room for Rent

Yes. I rented a room. I don't think that was such a good idea. I did it to save my butt financially. Little did I know it would turn into a lesson of patience and passive aggressive awareness training. She sleeps all day and wanders around at night like a bull in a china shop. Right now she is sitting in a chair in the living room meditating. Sheesh. I haven't lost this much sleep since the child was an infant. That's not good for my crabby mcattitude.

Thankfully, I remain emtionally detached and uninvolved with the roommate. There has been theft of belongings and subversive "borrowing". All of which leaves my son scared and me calmly waiting to lower the boom and give her the boot.

Working on creating income to cover her share and then some. This is my year!

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