Today's been rough I just realized that .. yesterday my emotionally abusive mom drove off with my box of all my paint and brushes in the back of her car still and there's no way in hell I'm getting in contact with her again to get them back. I've had some of those brushes from my art school days . I know exactly how they absorb paint, how fine a line they can draw, how they spread under pressure .. its like my friends are dead. That and now all my projects are officially on hold till I can buy replacements. Not to mention the week I lost trying to revive our rotting corpse of a relation ship.

So if everything goes according to plan me and the family in a bid for self preservation will be moving to barrie and then 3 or so years after that bc so I can go work , Anark can be a stay at home dad, and we can break free from the generations of abuse and lies in our family histories and make something pure and built on love and safe with each other and for our kids. I should get a start date some time in June... wish me luck.