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I didn't want to let a whole month go by without posting on here, leaving people hanging.

I've pretty much decided that I'm walking away from that whole situation that was going on. I have more pressing matters to tend to, namely my family. I've said my peace, and I'll always be here to support the man who is going to be my husband. But I'm done with the ugliness. It's too much right now, and besides, I'm not particularly fond of drama.

I have managed to finish up what turned out to be the SHORTEST custody dispute to date. We had one court appearance to make, and thankfully we managed to come to a complete agreement about the custody situation before we even walked in. The judge even commended us on how well we've handled ourselves and how well we've managed to put what is best for the children in front of our differences. That was a good weight taken off of my shoulders.

But, alas, it was not meant to stay that way. As it never is in my life.

LeeAnna, my wonderful, beautiful, intelligent daughter that is growing up so damn fast, has recently discovered a darker side to being in this family genetically. All of the women on my side of the family have battled depression their whole lifes, and now she knows what it means to be depressed. She knows there's something wrong, and that it's not healthy, and that would be why she reached out for help. It kills me that she couldn't reach out to me, that I couldn't be the one to help her through this, but at the same time, the rational, intelligent side of me understands why. I'm her sole surviving parent, she wants so desperately for me to be happy, to be proud, and to approve of her decisions, that the thought of turning to me when she's feeling like this, when even she doesn't understand what's going on, is difficult if not damn near impossible for her to even consider. I hate leaving her there in that hospital, walking away from her each night, I feel so helpless, and I want so desperately to get her home, where she belongs. But I hold onto the hope that this is going to be the best decision for her mental health. I hope that she manages to take from this program what is intended to be taken. I hope she learns what it is she needs to learn, and understands that it's not her fault, and there is nothing to be ashamed of. I love her so much!

Blah. I think I'm going to close on that and come back to it later.