So my brother's came down to visit me, and stay at my house for a while.

Which put's a smile on my face. See when my mom married her current husband, my brother's remained living with their dad, so I didn't really get to see them as much as I would of liked to, due to the fact that we live in 2 different state's and school vacation's were a couple day's off. So that sucked majorly. But I'm glad now that I get time all to myself with them. Tommorrow me and the husband are going to buy them a set of bunkbed's, and a dresser so they feel like home. We have a room or will have a room set up for them. Usually it's the husband's room (which mean's it's full of shit I don't wan't to see) LOL. But it's a guy's room. So I'm kind of happy.
My last post, I can't believed that I typed it. But I feel so much better, to finally get it off of my chest, you know? I never admitted that before, and it's like I released a secret. It's good that I talked about it. I know that deep down, I would never be able to leave him, I love him so much. Sometime's it 's just hard, but I'm sure most of you understand that.
I'm a little ticked at my mom though. She want's my brother's to come and stay with her, but their a little reluctant due to my mom's living condition's. For reason's unknown to me, when my mom's lease was up for her house. Her and her husband decided to buy a camper and park it in his mom's driveway and live in it "temporarily". I don't understand it. Why would you wan't to live in your mother-in-law's drive way? I don't get it. And my brother's don't wan't to sit in a little camper all day with nothing to do seriously?!?!

I just don't understand some people..you know?
I don't know if any of you believe in or experience deja vu, but it seem's here lately I've been having lot's of them. I'm not sure why. It's wierd and really starting to creep me out. I'm also thinking about going and seeing a head doctor. I think I have OCD with the thought of my getting murdered. I have nightmares every night, and every time I'm thinking, I think of how the "murderer" is going to get me and how I will "try" to escape at the location that I'm at. It scare's the hell out of me. I don't know what to do. I think it may be one of my greatest fear's. I don't know, it's late, I'm up alone, and I don't wan't to really type about it anymore...
Well I think that I may be done rambling now..So I think I may get off here crawl into bed and snuggle up next to the hubby...
nighty nite bloggers..
Chubbz