i was just coming on here to write that im happy, that i finally feel like a part of my life is coming together and that i dont really have to worry anymore. i got a second job thats basically considered full time...and i finally feel like im getting back up on my feet. but then mom walks in my bedroom, and im not getting personal with their issues because it is theirs and not mine to share, but it makes me feel like it might be a little longer before i will feel the stable that i was looking for.