Unnecessary

I had my mother down yesterday. She was so bloody miserable in the name of "so worried about you", I told her to leave. Never done that before, which in itself should indicate to her that I am in control of my own life, have a new self-confidence, and off the rubbish Venlafaxine. She stayed in a nearby hotel but forgot her handbag. It is hard enough having no job and no woman, and being in the last stages of selling my house, without her being so negative. Enough of that. Onwards and Upwards! For the first time(?) I am in charge.
All is packed, I have a place to go, have foolishly only just decided where I would like to live, but that is unimportant. I have a date on Monday, so all could change.