Starting to anyhoo. 
I’ve totally rearranged my bedroom. Nothing of Ed’s is upstairs and if and when he comes to retrieve his stuff, if it’s ruined oh well.
Jeff added three new shelves to my bedroom. Now I have a place for my candles, pictures, and three of my oil lamps. YEAH!!!
I traded my son’s significant other a bed spread and shames I had, (and she loved) for an antique velvet and embroidery quit. I’ve been mixing 1800’s with forest fantasy if you can picture that. lol Everyone that sees it at least says they love it.
I changed the living room. No more feel of Ed in there either. 
There isn’t much I can change in the kitchen, but since I picked everything in there and Ed didn’t like most of it, it’s my room of triumph. hehe
I still need to do something different in the dining room, but that’s going to have to wait until Calli isn’t working 7 days a week.
Heather (Caleb’s sweetie) and I have decided to go through both houses with holy oil and lots of prayer. Purge and start over if you will.
I know I’ve had many friend’s praying for me during this time. I’ve felt it, I’ve basked in the knowledge when I was too weary to anything but pray in the Spirit since I was too tired to think of words of my own.
Olivia has picked the new color for her room. I should be able to do that within this next week. She picked a medium orchid and wants me to color wash it with a shimmer. I think it will be a beautiful 15 nearly 16 year old’s room.
Bottom line? We are doing better. Olivia is even going to ask our Dr at our next visit if she can be weaned off her meds. PTL she’s feeling that well!!!!! And thank you Jesus for letting me raise my girls better informed than I was. I believe by my grand kids teen years this familial thing will be banished for good. AMEN?
As for me, I’m still what I’d call a walking drugstore. (coming from an herbal girl ) I’m not ready to wean back off, as a matter of fact I had to have more added. I however carry a lot more baggage then my girls. That’s ok. If that’s what it took to make sure my girls didn’t carry as much, it was worth it.
I once said I was in the furnace but didn’t get burnt. I got to thinking later; I might smell a little smoky, but that just proves I walked through the fire unscathed in any way that truly matters. ;-P
