It's D-Day *UPDATE*

Today's the day.

I start living with my in laws until I can find a job and we get a place. My husband's family is extremely dramatic. They're nosey, bossy, and always starting fights with each other. However, I have to deal with it because it's our only logical step.

For my husband, I'll try to keep together long enough for us to get back on our feet. I don't feel comfortable here in their home. Never have. Now that I'm 18 weeks, I can't get comfortable like I'd want to. Luckily enough, my parents live an hour away so if it gets too bad, I'll go stay with them while my husband and our dog and cat is still with his parents.

Update (5/12/19): we've officially moved out of the apartment and placed our stuff into storage and it's been a day from HELL!! My BIL let my dog escape from his parents house and let her destroy the kitchen trash because he's doesn't listen. My husband and I got into a fight. My husband's cousins promised to help, but they went to six flags instead. My MIL left an open can of paint with our stuff during the two hour drive back down and damaged a bunch of stuff INCLUDING our bed that cost almost $600. My FIL wanting to be superman BROKE MY COFFEE TABLE! Still not done... I haven't ate since lunch... and it's almost 9pm CST. I just wanna cry. Happy fucking mother's day, huh? 😭