Slept shitty last night with just 5.5 hours of sleep and 3 or 4 rude awakenings along the way. The people next door – at least I think it’s next door – won’t sit still when they’re in their room which is all too often. If it wasn’t them, then someone might have checked in downstairs or on the other side after midnight. I just know this is the noisiest extended-stay hotel we’ve ever stayed in. I’m still glad we moved up here but I’m definitely not moving again. Why should we? It’s noisy everywhere and we’re not the ones being noisy. I just don’t understand, though, why people have to bang, bump and slam shit so damn often. I can see if you’re unpacking or if you’re packing up but come on! Get what you need, sit down and shut up!

Tom is out charging the car now and we’ll be going to look at those two houses in the same park later on up in a small town north of Tarpon Springs. I really hope we get the one by the wall! I just want to sleep most of the time instead of sometimes! It’s furnished and says it’s available for immediate occupancy so if we can get it, hopefully it won’t take too long to get in because I don’t know if I can survive much longer living in hotels. God only knows how I survived over 8 months of it in 2007 but then I was a lot younger.

Unable to keep a schedule, unable to sleep through noise, not always able to nap when tired… Something doesn’t want me to sleep. It never has and I don’t know why.

It was nice to at least wake up alone. I love my husband but we all need some alone time.

Really pissed at Andy and again I’m having regrets about reconnecting. It’s not like I didn’t know he would never change so why I did such a stupid thing as reaching out to him is beyond me. I don’t know if I’m going to ghost him but I’m definitely going to cut back my contact and watch what I say. Twice I told him not to tell anyone we moved to Florida and why. Yet after explaining why twice he says he doesn’t understand why I give a shit what others think after admitting that he divulged the information to his mother when he told her we had reconnected. As I reminded him, it wasn’t about what others thought. It was about not wanting my address in the hands of vindictive people like the termites, but I’m tired of having to explain and defend myself, and why bother anyway when he just doesn’t fucking get it. He swears he doesn’t recall me asking him not to tell anyone we moved and I do know he has memory issues but I still wonder if there’s a part of him that just doesn’t care or gets off on doing the opposite of what I ask.

So now Judy will tell Marla who will tell Shelly who will tell Michelle who will tell Norma who will tell the drama queen. Then the drama queen will be curious enough to try harder to find our location and see how close we are, assuming she’s still in Florida, and my guess is she is.

He reminds me so much of Kim not remembering things or sticking to what we agreed on. Aly and I would talk to Kim about not using our names in her stories, she would agree, but then she would turn around and use them anyway.

I told Andy I didn’t want to discuss politics with anyone yet he goes and says he’s surprised I’m not a Trump supporter. What surprises me is that he is. This surprises both Tom and I. Why would you support someone that hates you? Andy agrees Trump hates gays but says he “loves” women. snorts Anyone who wants to control the rights of women doesn’t “love” them.

Andy supports Trump because of his stance on Muslims and illegals and I do get that much. It’s no wonder, though, that he got into it with Norma and Michelle being the sworn Trump haters they are, but as always, I make no apologies for whatever my beliefs or feelings are. They’re not up for debate or argument. They simply are what they are. Period.