Things just keep getting worse and worse. First my dad dies in January. Now my husband just lost his grandmother on Valentine's Day of all days! On top of having to deal with the lawyer about our father's estate to try and get all his stuff back from the bitch of a fiancee, my sisters and I listening to our aunt curse at us for taking our dad's things (even though we, by Georgia state law, are his rightful heirs since there was no will and automatically inherit it all) when we haven't taken a thing off the property but a couple of his blankets and some of his shirts because that's all we thought we were going to get in the first place since my grandmother and aunt were in the process of distributing and selling our father's things before he was even buried, I'm having to comfort Stephen with the loss of his grandmother while still trying to get schoolwork done, be a good mom, and housewife.

Thank god my mom is here to help me with the house, the kids, and helping me gather things for the lawyer, I would really be in the nuthouse by now if she wasn't.

I think I just snapped in the earlier paragraph anyway (._.);

I hope I can get back into drawing soon. All of this at once is really hard to deal with...I'm having to be strong for so many people and I'm not sure how to I've been able to hold out this long. Maybe my dad saw something in me that I didn't...

I miss you Daddy. T_T

Rest in Peace Nettie Marie Ramsey.

Much Love to You All