Since we've moved in with my sister, Sd13's fits have gotten worse and worse. We've had to call the police on her for running away, or attacking people three times. She's tried to push me down the stairs, threatened to hit and kick my pregnant niece, and tried to kick niece's boyfriend in the boy parts.

SD has my arms town up with mail marks. Twice, I've been attached by sisters dog, when SD sicked her on me. And it just keeps getting worse.

I have an apartment for myself and the girls to move into on January first. It's on the second floor, though. Hubby tells me that he thinks I'll die there, when SD throws me off the balcony.

SD spent the entire weekend going off. Sunday, hubby and I took her to the hospital to be admitted into b the mental ward. It took until eight o'clock last night for them to get her a bed. This morning, hubby and I are going to file unruly charges on her.

This is too flipping hard. I just want to go back to bed. I'm tired of effing up.