Bozo and BH didn't come back last night. Just finished changing all the locks. They fit perfectly and I finished quickly.

Will start packing up their belongings next. By the look of things, they had anticipated taking an extended leave. BH spent Friday evening busily packing stuff out of his room and into the spare bedroom where Bozo keeps a lot of his stuff, but now there are none of the bags that I saw him carry in there. BH's sleeping bag that he got for camp is missing. Bozo has been camped out in the living room for the past week, but all of his most prized or personal possessions are gone, just a few miscellaneous and not often used items. Their massive piles of laundry are gone, other than one relatively small load that was left in the washer.

I left the house yesterday not long after catching Bozo in the shed smoking pot. Figured they'd get the hell outta my hair given time for them to find someone to come get them. They were gone when I returned. Bozo phoned in the early afternoon to ask if I needed him to tend to my critter chores since he didn't know how long I might be gone. Nope.

The past week has been so Twilight Zone in my house that I'm incredibly relieved that the bulging zit has finally come to a head and popped. BH has been particularly annoying and unbearable, but that's probably because his father has been using him as his substitute spouse and confidante.

On Tuesday when I told Bozo that I would accept his poor "no conflict path of least resistance" custody agreement with BH's BM providing he carry his and BH's expenses in my household, things lightened up for a few hours. As soon as we got home and set about evening chores, BH came trotting over from his assignment (which needed to be completed so I could get my part done) to tell me my phone in the kitchen on the charger had rung and it was my daughter. I can't even count the times BH has been told that minding MY phone is unappreciated and unnecessary. Once again I told him. He skulked back to his chores. Bozo wasted no time jumping in my case. Poor BH was just trying to be helpful. Well Bozo, it wasn't helpful and you both should know that by now. Later, BH took great pleasure in toting Bozo's ringing phone out to him. Hope you both tremendously enjoyed that chesty jig. Bozo has phone service through me. It will ring no more as of tomorrow.

Once I started going to CoDA meetings mid-week, each night I came home to my front door locked and no porch light to see my way inside. Bathroom light glaring in the house, 'cause poor BH needs extra help to find 'im way to duh bathroom one step away from his bedroom. BH's door wide open 'cause he must keep watch over his dependent (aka dad). Sick. Today when I went in BH's room to see what was there, I found his trash can full of fruit bar wrappers that are not good enough for him to eat on his way out to school, half a dozen other sweet wrappers and MY empty soda cans he'd pilfered out of my kitchen without asking; an empty pack of my cigarettes and a 480 calorie pint of strawberry ice cream that his father bought and BH had used as an ashtray when he'd finishing chugging it down. Have fun paying for feeding your fat fuckhead spouse/parent/tyrant to another couple hundred pounds, Bozo, and making excuses to school authorities for his smoking.

Sorry, had to vent. Yes, it is good to be free from such sick people. Found a CoDA meeting in relatively close range for tonight. If they do return, they can pick their things up off the porch and find somewhere else to go, hopefully without my having to look at them.