Things got really bad Monday. I was assaulted in my home Monday night by a homeless man who knows me from the clinic where I work. He somehow found out where I live, walked in my house, proclaimed that I was his woman, and accused me of cheating on him. After about an hour of not being able to get away from him, he threw me through my storm door then made the mistake of coming after me while I was still on my back. I managed to get away from him by placing a few well-aimed kicks to his face, breaking his nose. I then drove to the little neighborhood store to call the cops.
Wednesday I was informed by the powers that be at work that they would not acknowledge the EPO I took out against this man because the assault didn't happen there, and because they didn't want to deny him medical care. That's fine...I'll call the cops as soon as I see him, and THEY will inform him he can't be within 500 feet of the building.
I've been afraid to go home, so have basically moved back in with my ex. Early this morning, around 1:30, my little Pomeranian Suzi died. I've had no sleep, yet I'm at work because I don't have any more vacation or sick time left. I miss my girl so much, and really haven't had time to truly grieve.
RIP Suzi. You were my best friend in the world.