I was having a fantastic week as far as flares and fibro pain go and I had enough energy to get me through the day w/out a nap. I even took my giant dogs to the dog park every day and walked for at least 45 minutes each day! It was going great, as far as my health goes. I kicked out my son's dad about 3 hours ago. Now, I am a single mother, again, with a seven year old, 3 dogs (one only 8 weeks old), 2 cats, a house that has mold and I am suing to get fixed, no job, going to grad school, dealign with fibro/cfids and a closed head injury, and no family except my son. WAHOO! My ex and I were married, got divorced because of his lying and then got back together and were planning on getting married next month. He has been in therapy for almost 2 months to deal with his lying issues. This last week he has been a complete waste of space and has just followed me around like a scared little puppy or something. Every time I turned around, there he was just staring at me and trying to get into what ever I was doing. I felt like I had been rolled in spam and let free in a lion enclosure. Even when I had my headphones on and was doing my homework he just sat there staring at me and kept trying to talk to me, even after I told him I needed to be left alone so I could do finish my exam. The last straw was that he lied to me about something he did out of pure laziness and then lied to our son about why he did it and still tried to deny it. I have spent the last couple of hours trying to calm my son down and distract him by playing wii with him. Now my neck, arms, hands, back and feet feel like I have been beaten with a spiked club. I haven't cried, not sure I will, to be honest. He cried. He sobbed like a baby who just got his favorite toy taken away while he was trying to pack up his things. He kept saying he wasn't going to leave. I told him I was going to call the police and have him escorted out of my house if he didn't leave. "i'm sorry. i'm sorry." is all he could cry out. He wouldn't even look at his son when he said, 'dad, you have broken my heart. How could you keep lying to me and mom.' He wouldn't even talk to the kid. Of course my pain pills aren't working now that I really need them. I can't breakdown now. I have to be strong for my son. If anyone has any words of advice I wouldn't mind hearing them. I really don't have anyone to call. I do not talk to my own family because they are violent abusive drunks and I don't have any real close friends because of being sick and unable to really participate in life as much as I used to. His mom called me a couple of minutes after he called her to see if he could stay there. She said she didn't want our relationship to be affected by this. Sometimes I feel like I might be cursed. Ok, enough rambling. I'm going to make an ice cream sundae for the kid.