October 11 - 15, 2011
Dad was supposed to be moved out by the 11th, moving in with his sister. Nope. Didn't happen. He said he needed to talk to Mom about business, he didn't want to leave the house "open" not knowing when we would be there. He could have just locked it for goodness sake!
I was getting VERY impatient by this time. I hadn't told hardly anybody about this, and I was getting A's in school. I wanted my life back to normal just like it appeared to be. I didn't want to have to talk about this, or have anybody's sympathy.
Later on, Dad told Mom he DID want to get back together. Had he changed his mind or lied?
He acted different. He said he didn't remember the past couple of weeks. Was he lying or telling the truth? I've never found out. He said he had been down the rabbit hole. Like Alice in Wonderland. That was interesting.
On the 14, he moved out. Said he was happy his family was going to be coming home. After we've been homeless for 5 weeks.
Then next day Mom had a meeting with Pastor, his wife, the counselor, and Dad. It didn't really get anywhere. It was long and Dad was scattered.
The next day, 5 weeks after we had been gone to the day, we went home.
It was horrible. It smelled, it was dirty, and it didn't feel like home. I started deep cleaning, because it was so nasty. It felt like.....confusing. An evil spirit of confusion and chaos. We talked to Dad for the first time in weeks. I wasn't really nervous, just angry. I don't even remember what he said or what I said. He told me something about cleaning up and as I surveyed the house I wondered what cleaning meant to him.
I cleaned the guinea pig cage and loved on them a lot. My kitty was so happy to see me. I just held her for a long time. We went back to the Benedick's because Mom's brother and her Mom were coming down from Michigan to help us the next day. Plus to offer some protection to deter Dad from coming back to the house.
We slept the last night at the Benedick's. That was the end of our hiding place.