Sandy

I did not get any sleep last night because Todd is up and down, tossing and turning in pain. So this morning, I was sleeping after Todd went somewhere with Ernest, and I heard the dog barking. The dog never barks, so I got up to see what was wrong with him, and he was dancing around all happy. I could not figure out what he wanted, so I went to bed. Then I heard this pounding. At first, I thought someone was pounding at our door, but then I decided that it was next door. Then I finally fell asleep and I hear someone standing outside my bedroom door, calling my name. I open the door and it's Sandy. You remember Sandy, right? The one who walked to our place at 4:30 am after she was arrested and released for DUI.

Anyway, she wanted me to get dressed and go to my mother's with her, but I just wanted to go back to bed. I love Sandy, but she picks the worst times to pop in. She has to drive a long way to get here. I wish she would at least call before she does- oh, but she said she'd broken her phone and no longer had our number.

Well, I got up and we chatted for a while. She told me that she had moved in with a man named Craig after knowing him about a day. Can you imagine? She met him at a bar. That is sheer desperation. I know why Sandy did it. Her ex, Richard had blown her entire month's income in a single weekend on New Year's. She was desperate for someone to save her financialy, but why would a man bring a stranger into his home so quickly? Sandy said he is caring for his elderly father. I imagine that he was desperate for some help doing that. I know my mother was so desperate for help with Grandpa that she married Harry.

Relationships begun in desperation don't do well. Mom and Harry are seperating.

I worry about Sandy. She knows next to nothing about this man. She could not even give me his phone number. She said she could not remember it. Little things she said made me think that he is very controlling. She said that he wanted her there when he came home for lunch, and that he only gave her enough money to do the things she needed to do each day. Those things just did not sound good to me. I am picturing a control freak. Her second husband was a control freak, and she let him control her too. I just hope he does not hurt her physically, or JJ for that matter. Chrissy and Hershel have both moved in with other relatives rather than move in with this guy. Sigh....