and came home last saturday... to a huge mess in my house. My daughters were supposed to be taking care of the house and the animals but apparently did the minimum possible and left the rest for good ol' mom, the hopeless helpless drunk. but at least I'm still good for something. I can still clean up after everyone else. the rehab place gave me a scrip for a month of my zoloft but that does me no good as I can't afford it. so will have to do without it. piss on them all. piss on my "loving" family members who delight in reminding me of my "character defects"... as if I needed reminding. the only ones in my household who were truly glad to see me comehome were my dogs... and they were the only ones who truly forgave me for my faults and are willing to give me another chance. fuck the rest of them. I just don't care anymore.