Had my eye drs appt

Had my eye drs appt today, everything looks great! He said I only need to come back in if I am having problems. So tomorrow I go to the neurologists to see about going off of Lasix since I havent had many symptoms of pseudo tumor in a while. My dr today had a patient right before me who has been off the medicine for it since Oct and has had no symptoms so I am praying I have her luck!!

That was the good part of my day. The really bad part was having been gone longer than I thought since I ended up having to wait for the dr and I left Caleb w/ a newer friend so I wasnt sure how they’d do since she has a 3 month old. But when I left he was doing great. But I ended up not getting back til well past lunch time and hadnt left anything out for Caleb to eat. But the worst part was coming home to find another car in my driveway. I thought maybe it was my friends husband since he’s a student and might be off early. But I didnt think they had that kind of car. And as I walked up I started to realize just whose car it was. Theres a “friend” of the family whose come back into town this last week and has been trying to worm his way into staying with us. I have never liked him as he’s a recovering drug addict and from the looks of it isnt recovering as much as using. So he told my friend he was Dean’s brother and asked to use the phone. She reluctantly let him in and he made himself very comfortable for the next hour. By the time I got home and started talking to him she began to realize he was not who he said was and that he had said a lot of things that werent true. She swiftly bundled up her son and left. I dont think I could apologize enough for his lack of manners and respect for a woman home alone w/ two kids. It took me a lot of ignoring him and kept telling Caleb he needed a nap to get him to finally leave. He asked me if it was imposing on us to have waited for me to get home and I had told him yes it was and he just kept running his mouth about his own problems and didnt seem to care that he had rudely and falsely enterred our home and was not leaving. Theres a reason I hate him and always have, he’s an addict and a huge idiot. Sure I believe people can change, but despite his lofty words and self psycho analyzing he’s far from recovering. And its not like it’s a new thing, its been year after year of the same lies. I hate him more for what he’s doing to his kids. Everyone says they are handling it well, but I know better. He has a daughther who was the same age I was when I had to deal w/ a father like that. I fear that that little girl will carry around the same hurt that has so damaged my life. I cried for her. I cried for her future boyfriends, husbands, children for what they will have to deal with before she truly can love and trust another man. Sure stepfathers can come in and be heros but theres something about your fathers love that can either save you or maim you for life. I hate him for making me remember what its like to deal with all the lies of an addict and for making me remember that I need to forgive. I can forgive only so many time and forgetting is a whole different story. I’ve done this before. I have forgiven another such man and have tried to forget the hurt he’s caused