Just another miserable weekend here. It's always miserable when he's here. Now for the most part we watched movies, which doesn't call for much conversation, which, in this house, means an argument, until the night was almost over. You know I have my baby dog Hoss, who will eventually be over 200 lbs of dog. Well, hub rough houses with him, cuz he's gentle with mama, but I start getting the lecture about having to watch him, cuz when he gets bigger he's gonna bite harder.  Uh, DUH, freaking idiot. He says this because Hoss caught him (he's fast) & it hurt da poor wittle baby. I simply said, Hoss will never be that rough with me, because I don't play that rough with him, which is true, he know to "play nice with mama" & he's very gentle with me, & he always will be. I guess hubs never had an animal that no matter how hard you play, he's back in your face in a heartbeat. Well, get used to it, cuz as long as I'm here, you'll enjoy playing with a dog who will play just as hard if not harder than you. And yes, dear, he'll catch you, & you will bleed.  So, where I got in trouble was (I'm always in trouble) in saying, you play rough, he'll play rough. Then of course comes the, I'm not playing as rough as he is". God. Help me out here Lord. I'm a 54 year old woman, living with a 47 year old child. His health is bad. I used to care. He's had a few small heart attacks, & won't go to the doctor, so maybe what a lady at Walmart the other day will happen. She cracked me up, when she said God took care of her problem. Her husband died!! I swear, I laughed & laughed at this sweet little grey haired old lady, who was grateful to finally be free. Perhaps he'll drop over from his heart. I can't wish that on anyone, but hey, if it happens, it happens. Another friend was telling me how to poison my husband. Ok now folks, I'm not happy, but I don't hate the guy!! And I've not killed yet in my life, & don't plan on it. He's given me many good days. They may be over, but he gave them. I could never hurt him any more than by leaving & believe me, that would hurt him as much as I ever care to hurt anyone. He'll make someone a good man one day. It's just not me anymore. Sad but true. I won't take much when I leave, just the things that are mine, so it will only take a 1 bedroom truck, but I've given up on getting out, since we aren't set up right in the mountains of Colorado, & won't be, until, well, who knows. Someday, I hope, for sure. For now, I will look forward to making him miserable. Details will follow as opportunities make themselves possible, lol. Love to all of you, QuellyQ