Hmmm. I called the police on Francis again today. He apparently got a new credit card and took $400.00 in cash from it the other day and has been smoking crack here. The kids were off school yesterday and I was working at the Dog Sanctuary most of the day. I guess he smoked crack outside here all day.
Of course the cops wouldn't do shit. They offered to stay while I packed up for me and the kids to leave. I said I had animals I couldn't leave and that Francis would pawn everything for drugs if I left. Oh well. Apparently he can smoke crack and have dealers over at my home full of little kids and the cops won't do anything.
Fran called his father to say I had called the cops and was trying to kick him out. His father told him to put me on the phone. He said: I paid 130 thousand for that house and that means my son gets a room there. I hung up.
Fran had someone pick him up to allegedly go to an AA Meeting. Apparently I have to let him back in when he returns or he can call the cops on me.
I am so full of pain and rage. The kids keep crying and I'm trying to talk about Easter baskets and egg hunts. But I'm burning inside. Burning.