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At the airport. I missed getting through security by 10 minutes. Why so early? They changed the terminals here and i am being paranoid. No other reason. At least I am here and now just gave to wait until 3:45 when they open back up. Is what it is. My flight boards at 4:50am and I am at gate 26 which is going to be a good 10-15 minute walk in this new terminal. Hence, why I wanted to be here at the butt-crack of dawn. I had hoped to get past security but alas, not to be.

Yesterday was up and down. I went to Sacramento to see the kid and had a great time hanging out with her. We caught up on everything, had Joe's Crab Shack for lunch, did a little shopping, and spent about 4-5 hours together. Took me about 90 minutes to get there in the morning and I didn't wait too long for her. However, while I was there B called me having another fucking breakdown and this time threatening she was going to take all the pills again. FUCK ME. I had to make some quick phone calls, get someone over there, and make sure they could spend the night. They locked all the meds in the house in my office and hid the key as well. That was fun. Depending on delays, I get home around 6:30 tonight which means they only have to be alone and unsupervised for about 5-6 hours today. A scary amount of time but also manageable. I can't keep doing this. I really didn't relax this whole trip. I was constantly worried and had to be on phone duty the whole time. Having to call her friends constantly is getting tiresome. They are going to have lives and won't always be able to drop everything. We need this issue resolved. We're going to the doctor tomorrow at 2pm and this fucker better take care of things. I can't take much more of this. It's good I am home for the next two weeks with no real obligations, but I also have things I want to do. Thursday I have my therapy session and will be discussing this with her in depth.

After getting everything squared away at home, I headed back. 3 hours. Yep. The same trip that took 90 minutes, took three fucking hours. I was trying to see about getting on a flight last night but by the time I got back to the hotel and got stuff packed, I wouldn't have made it anyway and I would have been here even longer. So I packed all my stuff, got 4 hours of sleep and here we are. 14 hours until I get home. Three airports, two flights. I can do this.