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I really hate my life, I really have no friends. I've told them to bug off, or wronged them not meaning to, or they just use me as the third wheel. Denver and I fight more and more every day. Really today I saw why. It's not me, it's not him, nor is it the baby. It's his mother. She has to have every thing move and circle around her. If something it's right in her life she has to take it out on some one and it's me, and tonight it was Dylan. She is always verbally distorting me any time she can, she holds it over my head she has to pay for my car. Well as of tonight I've decided I'm cleaning it out and giving it back to her, that will be one last thing she will be able to hold over my head. The day I came home from the hospital all she could do is insult me, told Denny we needed to find a new place to live. etc, etc. Tonight because she hasn't had any sleep she came down stairs telling Denny and I where stupid for living here with him, because she's sick of him. She thinks it's stupid that where here...Trust me I hate hate hate it here.