FAAG (that's kind of funny), that will be an entire blog. To sum, when I begin to look back, and it's not been 24 hours yet, not even 12, here is what I think. I think it began the night he called a meeting with her and told her how she will behave in this house. She had some successes at pulling her bullshit after that, but 95% of the time she had the experience of failure. I think what happened is she began to understand that there was resolve behind seeing through her bullshit. And so my husband, her father, and everyone and everthing here lost its utility for her. I met her roommate, I feel so sorry for that girl. If there were a way I could justify calling her roommate's parents to warn them, I would. princess is the most classic of narccissists. NSS, she left a horrible mess in the basement. The cover girl for animal safety and concern left her stupid tarantula, and both her cats. One of the million lies that dripped off her tongue was that Amanda, her roommate, was so afraid of the tarantula she just couldn't stomach it being in the apartment. I met Amanda. She was like a deer in the headlight, totally sweet and naive. She also said Amanda is allergic to cats. Funny, because I was here during princess's moveout, and Amanda was the one carrying the load, and she did not evidence a single sign of allergy to cats. I was on shots from the time I was two until 15 because I was so allergic to cats. But my family loved and wanted cats, and to this day I have cats, and thank god for Ghost, my familiar. If I did not have that cat, I would have lost what little is left of my sanity. She was instructed to clean her former room, the rest of the basement. She, of course, did not. She left a horrible fucking mess. She also left, quite deliberately, featured on a shelf in the closet, front and center, the souvenirs my sons picked out and bought for her when we went to Duluth the weekend before school started. That cunt has no limit to the depths she will go to to try to make her point, which is nanny nanny boo boo. Fuck you, princess. NSS, I can't tell you the pleasure I will have cleaning that room, and I will burn and smudge a shitload of sage, I keep it with spices, nicely undercover!
Like I said, this requires one of my novellas, but SHE IS GONE. MOVED OUT.
I had said one month, I never said that out loud to anyone, I set it in my mind.
Thank you god for hearing me. My breath is coming easier, I can feel my lungs again. Thank you god.

I stil don't understand the subtlities of all he did, I have castrated him so often with my words, and I think I was wrong to do so. But I have not had much time to review yet, so my understanding of this manifestation is limited, I need to sleep on this, I hope I can, but yes, he honored me and ultimately his daughter as well, by insisting with consistency and resolve how she will conduct herself around the people in this house. I will not let me sons see what she did witht he gifts they bought her, I will shiled them from that. I'm so tired, I've had so very little sleep over the past weeks. I've been able to eat about once every other day and it's all worn on me. But I'm free of her. We are all free of her, she will never, ever come back here. I already see the signs of her impending crash and burn, but she is OUT. I could cry with gratitude. And yes, NSS, I believe my upcoming battle with her psycho mother has been fueled in large part by her. She left a bubble envelope, don't know what was in it, addressed to her from her mother, so yes, they have contact when she has represented to everyone they don't. I don't know what's going on there, but it's not good.

Thank you, choosetosmile, for you wishes for my sons. That made my heart warm. I fight for them, they are the reason I fight everything bad that comes, I want goodness and happiness for them. She didn't even say good bye to them when she left . . . .

Arjuna, I'm gonna do that. And I'm going to do sage, as well. And I will follow up and share what the flames do. Thank you. My husband has been more himself. There is a lessening of the energy that was here, although she found the need to return today - she can't figure out how to register for classes, which start TOMORROW. Dumb girl. My husband has been telling her for how long, how many times, how to register for classes. She said today, "Well they didn't answer the phone!" He had to say, "Well, it's Sunday. What do you do when someone doesn't answer the phone?" She couldn't figure that out. He said, "You call back the next business morning or you leave a message."
There was more garbage, I still am wanting to 'create content,' so tired, my kids are happy, I'm drowsy from the dinner my husband made.
I truly feel battle worn, like I have returned home after an epic struggle that nearly killed me. I'm worn, I'm tired, I'm relieved. I fight for my children.