I don't even know what to think anymore. . . I thought I could handle all of the stuff going on, thought I could handle anything. . .
If I lose another home, I don't care how, I'm just going to give up and buy a tent. I'm tired of moving all my worldly possessions because my old digs are demolished.
I don't think we'll be adopting anytime soon after all. It's probably for the best, really.