I write, I laugh and smile, I am feeling strong, and the mantras are being recited on cd since about an hour ago. Life is good. I am stronger and hubby decided to be nice today when i told him off for calling me a bitch. I said' 'i will not live through years of this again'. And it was kind of an ultimatum in some sense. For our peace together. 

Though he had forgotten, i was taken my meds the fucking SECOND time he called the cops on me in 2021. After having been beaten up in front of his eyes the first time! Whatever. In truth I was scared shitless of him at home so it is good I left for the ward for over a week that time. He has never realized what a loon he became since Toronto and even in Toronto. Now I think it is sinking in a bit about his behaviour with me out west....