I'm officially on the market for houses. I found a cute forclosure I LOVE and am in the beginning stages of getting it. Hopefully it will come soon and smoothly, as I desprately need my own space. Plus it's priced 10k below the last appraisal and work has been done on it since.

Crazy is still attempting to control my life. But I have successfully started avoiding him, refusing to talk , hanging up on him, and in one case where he was acting like a spoiled 5 year old, I messaged his mom and told her to handle her child. I received a slew of "you told my mom on me?" Which I ignored, then a few hours later I told him that's how to handle spoiled kids. He's not enjoying it and has reduced his contact on his own out of the frustration of having to deal with that. Which is great.

I HAVE gotten to see the girls through his mom. She has them the majority of the time, and while I did pick them up from him once to take to get ice cream, the rest have been coordinated solely through his mom, whom it would seem is raising them for his dumb a$$.

I do have some pretty severe depression and anxiety, but my therapist has been crazy patient and calm with me and is helping me work through it to avoid medication, though she has opened up the door to talk about those being a possibility soon if things don't improve.

I started going back to the gym THIS week to get off the nasty weight I gained during the stressful divorce/marriage (because apparently if I went to the gym then I was just showing out for guys... nvm the fact I literally have my personal training certification and was a competitive swimmer... And have always loved forms of fitness...)

He tried to call two nights ago, asked when I went to the gym and if I was "dressing sexy" (idk what that even means, so don't ask. ZERO clue, I asked once when I was attatched to that leech and he gave me "well, you wear skin tight pants and you can sometimes see part of your sports bra." So I guess anything that's not like 1950s fashion is too much? lmao). I told him to eff off and go to he!! because I don't dress for anyone but me and it's none of his damn business anyways. Then I hung up and threw the phone on do not disturb.  He then went through his usual cycle of rage, then apologies and how apparently his girlfriend isn't the one he wants (hard to refrain from sending that to the poor girl), then threats, all of which I saw hours later, screenshotted and sent to my dad, we laughed. And I haven't heard from him since. So that's that.

Playing some online video games with some coworkers, which has been helping keep me sane in this current "avoid public" society.

But, my care level is going down, which I think is an AWESOME step in healing.  So here's to continuing to move forward.

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In other news much more lighthearted. The super cute roommate still hasn't magically decided to date me as apparently I don't live in a Hallmark movie like several firends think I do (note: Zero interest in dating right now. But he is hella cute and they keep informing me that apparently at any second he's going to confess his love like in a hallmark movie). LMAO