I was, inexplicably, frozen out by my partner's family, which has made things difficult for us all. Note to those who choose not to like me - do not take it out on my children, it is not their fault, nor should they suffer for it.
We were evicted, twice, and subject to a nasty case of harrassment by a previous landlord. During six hellish months, we endured police contact, threatening behaviour and invasions of privacy. There was a lot of emotional distress. A lot of stress.
As a result of the aforementioned evictions, we have lived in a total of five different properties this year, with various people. This has meant a lot of moving round and not much stability. Particularly, I did not enjoy living in other people's homes, on their terms.
I have had to watch my husband be taken off in an ambulance, once, and had to call one for him on another occasion, for a separate problem. I do not wish to repeat either scenario anytime soon.
Most recently, hubby and myself have spent 11 weeks apart, in different countries. A painful separation, by all accounts, but one borne out of necessity.
So 2012 is a little bit on my shit list.
Here's to 2013. May it be brighter and better.