[tiny filter] The next step:

Mrs Cwabs moved almost all of her crap out today. She left my daughter's bed and hope chest--the bed being the one thing I actually wanted her to remove in all of the stuff in the house (our daughter's bed), but what can you do with someone who's completely and utterly passive-aggressive?

She also left the house a complete disaster, and took the vacuum.

Someone left some sandwiches in one of my ice chests for far too long; and instead of cleaning it out decided to hide it in the trash can, so there's another thing I'll have to clean up after--then again, cleaning up after folks has been all I've done for the last few months. It's a big part of my pressuring Amy to move herself and our daughter out of here, so I wouldn't have perpetual trash-making machines on the property who can't be bothered to wash a dish.

Today I discovered that rather than moving in with Amy, my daughter has opted to move in with a neighbor. Therefore I will be required to change the locks to prevent my house from becoming an after-school fuck pad for her. The little cwab's biological father told me he'll be suing for custody, which is about as dumb a thing as I've heard when you're talking about a seventeen-year-old. The custody fight will take six months at a minimum, and child support ends at 18, so it's just money down the toilet. But it's his money, so whatever.

He also told me that Mrs. Cwabs and M. had had a lesbian declaration of love ceremony, which sounds like he was trying to get a rise out of me. I didn't rise to the bait. He's been where I am, though, so we have that in common.

Complain complain complain. At least I can start to make things right, now.

I suppose I ought to file the paperwork to make it all legal.