Against all the advice given and all the red alarms going off in my head and soul, I gave the ex another chance. Did not go well. I allowed her and her daughter to move in 5 months ago. People rarely change. Once again after 5 months of being here she drove off into the night with her things in the arms of another man. Although today is not a day of celebration, it is a day of freedom. She was very toxic and childish. I had to fight her to keep snake heaters on. I had to fight her to keep the house warmer than 60. She would keep me up all night being loud with her daughter. They both would say toxic things about me. One night on January 3rd she beat the door knob off the door of the bedroom as I was trying to get away from her yelling at me about money. I had enough before they came but was hard to keep us all fed. I even fought like hell to pay for Aurora (happy I did) Things were looking up some with Aurora paid off and another loan paid off. I am not in grief but simply sitting still today and plan to spend Saturday meditating with my pack (cloud and Zelda) keeping me company. My heart is bruised and so is my sprit but life goes on and now I have closure.