Well, they are gone.
I could barely wait for them to get out of here.
It had it’s good moments, but all in all, it was more stressful than good.
Pinkie caused my toilet to overflow with her excessive use of toilet paper. THAT was fun.
They bitched about smoking outside, even though I have asthma.
Mom drank so much. One night I had to use my tens unit for some pain, and she asked to use it on her neck, and she was acting like it was turning her on. I wish I could erase that picture from my head.
Pinkie had to use my bed, so I had to sleep on the floor.
And to top it all off, after they left, I got drunk. Yep folks, that’s right. 12 years of sobriety out the window.
I guess it was waiting to happen and so far it feels okay, but damn, I wish they had not come.