6:02pm – Rockford, IL

Today is my mom is 67 years old.  She had practically all her friends and family from Germany call this morning.

I went to see a psychiatrist this afternoon at 1:30, Colette Carter. She went through a bunch of questions with me.  (I wasn’t totally truthful about a couple of them.)  We focused mostly on my depression and anxiety. She prescribed Prozac (and then, in a couple weeks, ZYPREXA, of all things!  — That’s the drug that Sara used to sell!), for insomnia!

On Saturday, my dad found wine in the house and dumped almost an entire box down the drain.  I tried my best to avoid him, but, my mom insisted that he put the car in the garage. Once he saw me, he came right over to me and accused me of buying it for her.  He proceed to scream at me, and then tried to stare me down, and pressed his forehead hard against mine, while GLARING into my eyes. I didn’t touch him at all, but threatened to call 911. My mom was sternly warning me, “NO! DON’T DON’T!”  Even after he grabbed my shirt, took my cell phone away from me, and then threw it at me.  He ordered me to be out of the house within 1 week or else he would have me arrested for trespassing.

The next day, I contacted Ralph Tolen, who rents out rooms to guys in his house on the south side of Rockford, and has a regular, weekly bible study at his house. I asked him if he had one available, and he said he did. I was very happy to hear that and yesterday, I drove over there to see it. It’s really not anything special, but, there’s a bed, privacy, and no a-hole fathers.