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Things have taken another turn for the worse at my folks house. Not about my being transsexual, though. My dad is back to his 24/7 crankiness. It's become so bad that my daughter doesn't want to come over to visit me there. I think he's in the beginning stages of dementia, but my family, as usual, is denying it.
But not a day goes by now that he isn't bitching about my being there (my 17 year old nephew, too, although they took him in when my eldest sister died). I stay out of the house as much as possible. I'm really stepping up my efforts to get the hell out of there. I'm actually looking into some rooms in the not-so-glamorous neighborhoods just to get the hell out. Besides, I miss my privacy. I miss my life.
There's been this incredible surge of new hatred from the soon-to-be-ex. I don't know why, although I suspect it might have to do with my getting my ears pierced. She claims it's none of her business, yet she still likes to give me orders (which I never follow!). She sure as hell didn't mind the money, or Chinese food, I gave her last Saturday.
What I've got to do now is see what I can afford in the way of an apartment. I really don't want a roommate. Also, these classes end in May, so if I have to consider a possible loss of income. I'm hoping to have other courses at that time, or some other gig, like if the editing job was to finally happen.
Oh well. Back to the therapist on Friday. I'm going to find out what we're doing next in tems of my transitioning.
