I think I'd still hate him for what he's doing to my sister even if he was in the bowls of China or some other far away place.

That idiot that is living in our house has sent a request for more time - he signed saying he'd be out by a certain date and lo n behold he isn't - and he's taken his case to the supreme court to take as much of our mother's estate away from us as possible. Ahhh! He doesn't need the house or the money. His voices keep a steady (and decent) stream of taxpayer's money going into his bank twice a month. He's saying he can't get out because he doesn't have the money to, but any idiot can see that's a lie. Housing commission will give him a dirt-cheap place for damn-near nothing, or he can find his own place and houseo will pay his bond/damage deposit. Oh, what? You're worried that actually having to pay rent will cut into your beer and smoke money? Oh I'm very sorry to hear that Dickhead! Now get the fuck out of my house!!!!

*Stress frazzel*

And here I am in the wrong country. I don't know what to do. Chances are, with how slow our legal system is, I'll be back well before it goes to court. But who knows? It's gone on for over a year now. We can't go to court, but why should we settle? It's our inheritance, our future, our home. He didn't even have the decency to marry the poor woman! I'm willing to bet we'd win if it did go to court, but we still can't afford that. And Bec has to do it all alone... She's so stressed... Here I am hiding in a different country. I don't even know if she can choose to settle without me there.

I'm wondering if I should book to go back early. It would mean I'd lose a lot of money, I was hoping to work all summer to make up for the hours I didn't get this winter. We have a lot to save for. But family is more important. It would mean being temporarily long distance again though. Possibly for several months. The project Obi's work is just starting is a long one. I know he wont leave til it's done. I don't know what's right to do. I don't know if me being there would even help her.

To make my day even more enjoyable the jeweler called today and asked me to pick up my ring. They refuse to work on it because the risk of perminantly damaging it is too high. It gets better... we've just passed the mark where Obi and I agreed I could drop my work hours and write full time instead, and I can't do it because we need my income too badly. I just want a chance! And the icing on the cake is Obi wont be home until very late once again tonight. I miss him terribly. I pick his dirty socks up off the floor and cook his dinner, the silence is very loud. When he finally comes home we eat and shower then it's time to pack his lunch for tomorrow and go to bed - knowing we wont do anything but sleep when we get there because he's too stressed to be interested and I'm too depressed to try and make him care.

Some days it's hard to beat the depression. And then there's moments like right now where you don't even want to try and fight it off anymore.

Why is it that scrubbing toilets and making beds happens to be the best part of my day lately?