I have about an hour to get ready to go to the dentist. I dislike going to the dentist to start with, but this time, they're going to be doing an extraction - and I really dislike having teeth pulled. This is the second broken tooth to be fixed recently. This one has been like this for a while - I could never get to the dentist before, so there are some long-standing problems to be dealt with.

So, in the middle of trying to find a place to live, facing the possibility of being moved to another domestic violence shelter if I can't, I get to have this done. And tomorrow is going to be a fun day too. I'm feeling very stressed by all this. Not that stress is anything new anyway.

I just hope that between getting my broken glasses replaced and my broken teeth dealt with, it's a sign that things are going to turn around. Or are starting to turn around. Or something like that. I am so worn out and so tired of dealing with all of this on a constant basis. I just want it to be over so badly. I am tired of taking the fall for things he did, that I couldn't stop. Even when he is nowhere near me, his abuse still causes me and the kids pain.

Labels: appointments, dentist, domestic violence, recovery