Almost done

Tony went and got the mattress and I'm not sure what he left up there. There really was nothing left in the apartment except stuff for the dump. The dryer is still in the basement as are my bins and Anthony's tires but those can stay for a few more days. I'm so done with this.

I made us spare ribs and corn and Rita made rice and so we had a good supper.

I guess I didn't post when I got woken up at 2:30 this morning by a guy screaming and swearing outside. I went downstairs and Tony wasn't there. Then the guy started calling for Tony and I called Tony on his cell and left him a message. The guy was lying on the ground flipping drunk and yelling. THEN he came into the yard and was pounding on the door and I thought he was going to break in. That's when I called the cops. They got here in two minutes flat. Turns out it was Tony's friend, Jeff, the one that helped move stuff one of the days last week. Oh well -- I don't care who he was, I would have still called the cops!

Talked to my baby boy today. It's his 34th birthday. I can't believe it. I miss Allen. I miss the Allen who fathered my kids and loved me. I miss my parents and friends and our old lives. I miss my Carol and Anthony and Allen. But I will see my son by next weekend at least.