I am at home again. Migraine. Blame the Pt, he massaged one point in my neck hard, it hurt and I told him so. The deep discussion with B late last night didn't help, but I don't think it was primary cause. Just the straw.

Anyway, to catch you all up. Friday night came off pleasantly. I didn't do any more than what I said. I think that through B for a loop since all he got done before I got home was the dishes. I wasn't in a panic state. He was rushing around vacuuming etc. Place wasn't perfect, but it did.

There were no meat leftovers. These young men, both 20, are on missions for the church, away from home, extremely limited budgets. When I said we were having steak, red parsleyed potatoes, and green beans in a light vinegarette for dinner their eyes almost popped out of their heads. (The steaks were thin cut rib eyes bought on sale). Since one of the boys were from Idaho and one from Pheonix, AZ, the meal was a hit. They ate 2 complete servings of everything. Good thing there were 6 steaks in that pack. We thought there were going to be leftovers, nope!. Then it was blueberry pie aka mode for dessert. Yup. They were full.

B was good during most of the meal. A little of the braggart came out. How he cooked the steaks to perfection. That is normal for him.

The hard part was when I got the missionary talking about their home. One of them is the last to leave home and his folks are not adjusting well to being empty nesters. I told him to tell his folks to enjoy the freedom to do what they want to do. (Great at giving advice, aren't I?) Anyway, the other missionary's folks still have kids at home and are also taking in foster kids for the first time. They have a family of 3, ages 9, 4, 2 removed from the home for the safety of the children. Well, apparently, like all kids when things aren't going well, the words "you aren't my parents" are said with frequency. I shared some of my personal history with him, with the anger, fear and testing that these young children are going to do. And told him to tell his mom that the children are looking for consistency and gentleness in the response of, "no, I am not your parent, I am responsible for you and care for you."

In the course of this discussion I talked about my adoption, the recovery of the memory I had, and other things. All of a sudden, B looks up and says,"You never told me that." Huh? Yes, I had. He gets up from the table and disapears. Talk about uncomfortable. Even if I hadn't told him a specific detail of my life, I wasn't hiding it. I told him, "Now you know something new." I could tell the boys were uneasy when he left the table so I covered it up and changed the subject. One of the missionaries helped and by the time B came back things were running very smooth. Difference in me- previously I would have left the guests to comfort B, not this time.

The only other uncomfortable (to me) time was when the message of this visit was given. I expected a message so it wasn't a surprise. However, a talk from the Relief Society reworded to mention family isn't going to cut it folks. I know these young men did this based on their conversation with B, so I was able to listen with the spirit intended. B meant it as a lecture toward me. Did not work. I had an enjoyable evening. Then after they left and we were just talking, I brought up how we had agreed years ago to check with each other before invitations were issued. His response was that he knew we weren't doing anything Friday. I told him that was besides the point.

Now it is Saturday night and we are getting ready for bed. B is in the kitchen and says we have to check your closet for water. Yup, stuff close to one wall is wet, but no gushing. There is a slow leak. We remove the wet stuff, but just push the stuff over for now. And call the emergency number. Nothing can be done till Monday, if water stars to really come out of wall, call back. Sunday I am not feeling well. But all the stuff comes out the closet. The whole side wall is damp and it is spreading along the drywall, so is the mold. The wetness grows! What I have been taking as a cigarrete smoke smell we are now told is a mold smell. They found the actual leak on the third floor. It is a drain pipe. Yesterday our kitchen cabinets had to be emptied too. The walls ajoin. The plumbing is real old in this building. Can you tell? I am sensitive to mold. And the can't do anything till Wednesday since they have to give 24hours notice to shut off water. I wonder, possible helping my migraines too, along with crazy weather.

Ok, last topic- counseling. When with bishop I mentioned that counselor should try contact B first. Apparently conversations holding how I feel carry more weight since my number is one that is called as contact. And the lead from Family services of our church is giving contact in Woman's services in DC that deals with abuse, rape, and other sensitive issues. B looked up the location and info. But this is telling me that all my concerns were heard and that bishop sees more than most have in past. Either that or east coast intelligence is a little more sophisticated and they are on lookout for signs of problems.