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Our neighbors in the CUL-de-sac decided to have a block party. Hotdogs, hamburgers, kabobs and fireworks.

We headed down after spending some quiet time in the pool. During the festivities, the co sponsor of the event pointed out that the invitations came from Leah & Trish. A Scottish and a Canadian. NO AMERICANS! We laughed, but something rang true. We take our freedom for granted.

Ashley was home over the weekend to do her laundry. She left sometime Monday, we didn't speak the whole time she was here, and it is better that way. She and Hannah were planning to go to a movie Saturday night with one of Ashley's ex boyfriends, who now likes Hannah. That is a blog entry in it's own. The plans then changed because Ashley wanted to go to a pool hall. Ummm, no. You are not taking Hannah to a pool hall. So Hannah tells me they have just decided to go a movie.

I tell Hannah no, I don't trust Ashley and I really don't want you hanging out with her. Ashley comes out of her room, hands Hannah the phone and says she is not going, she doesn't want to ruin her night.

Hannah tells me over the course of the weekend that she has started talking to her and believes her now. When Ashley is gone, Hannah wants her gone, Hannah wants her to leave, she doesn't want her here because of the stress she brings. Ashley comes home to no yellow ribbons and manipulates Hannah, Hannah likes her again. This is a never ending cycle.

She tells Larry she is going to some place then back over to Chanells, goodbye, see you when your clean clothes run out and you want to try and get us to take you to Outback for dinner.

She asked when we were leaving for Hawaii.
Why?
Because I don't know when you are leaving.
You are NOT having anyone over here, and I'd really rather you not be here either.
I know was her response, nothing more.

I feel about 1% bad for not taking her. The plans for vacation were made while she was living outside the house, never calling and not telling us where she was. They were also made because the intent for her going into the Navy was supposed to be June. I halfway think she thinks we will pull out a ticket for her, but we aren't. I'm sure she feels slighted and will hold this against us, as she always does. Nothing is ever good enough for her. Getting a job to support herself hasn't even crossed her mind.

I want her gone, in the Navy, NOW. I don't want her coming back here, she is a vacuum that sucks every bit of air out. I get tense, anticipating what is coming next. Larry & I fight, Hannah fights with us. This never happens when she is not here.

This was triggered last weekend when she strolled in, pupils pinned, licking lips. She was on something, or had been drinking something. She goes out drinking all the time. Pays no attention to her liver. Does not believe me when I tell her if she goes in with a bad liver they will send her home. She storms off saying "This is why I don't like coming home"
I retort, You don't like coming home because you don't want to be held accountable for ANYTHING!

More yelling and screaming, bows up to my face, if Larry had been inside he would have knocked her to the ground, she won't act like that around him, she knows better. I state you only come home to do your laundry, she relies I come home on the weekends because that's when y'all are home.
BULLSHIT
When you do come home the only conversation you have with us is what we are going to eat. You stay on the phone and the computer the whole time. The sad thing is, Larry laps this what little presence it is up.

I ignore her for the rest of the day. We are trying to decide what to do for dinner, she suggest Outback. Nope, not going to take you to Outback. Larry & I settle in and eat some leftovers. When she realized we weren't going to take her out, she calls and gets a ride.

I tell Larry I don't want her back, I'm sick of the stress she brings, she can stay out until she leaves. Larry must have called her because she showed up at my store with a card and stuffed bear. Nice try, but too late. I still didn't talk to her the rest of the week (not that ever hear from her anyway) I come home Saturday night, ask Larry if he has heard from her.
I'm here, Hi she yells, ..... from the computer.

I shake my head. I'm done, the three years of lies, drugs, stealing, failing, cutting, hitting and hatred directed towards me have finally caught up.