Following the grocery fight, more blames come my way. Now I am the one to get the blame for not communicating with his psychologically disfunctional daughter and telling me I was not going to win in this battle and we needed to break up. Heck of it, I am not going to take the blame for nothing. I am OUT. BF being the "nicest" person, saying he's done EVERYTHING but the situation still didn't improve so he had NO choice. I am mad and hurt, burning inside but remaining calm on the outside. I am determined to take the high road.

With them gone last night, I woke up to a much happier day. Roasted some butternut squash and baked some chocolate muffin cupcake, what a good day! I have so many recipes I would love to try, wish I could have every day just like today, peaceful and stress free. Still smiling!

Survived another weekend before they will be here again Tuesday and Wednesday. Had some good talks with BF, he seemed fairly happy with things right now but what he didn't know was I have been tolerating and biting my tongue to keep things rolling smoothly. What does it mean for ME, I don't know yet, just hanging, for how long, I don't know yet, as long as I can pull it. Some of you girls here gave me some perspective which I expressed them to BF during our talks, that has helped me gain some ground in this battle, thanks so much!

I had a small emotional breakdown today. I missed "me" so much; my things (most of them are still in boxes) and my personal space. I even missed my small one-bedroom apartment. I burst into tears when I rolled out the rug I used to put in the living room of my old apartment (I didn't want to put it in this living room here because his kids are messy and dirty). BF saw me so upset, he said he would put the giant computer desk (which was sitting in our bedroom) in his son's room so I could have some space in the bedroom to open up my things that are still in the boxes.