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20 September 

This morning Joy was hyper, tense, and a bit drunk. She made a comment to a woman passing by (I think it was one of our new employees), “Hey, Sweetheart, you need to get more of a tan!”

The woman replied, “Thank you so much for the fashion advice.”

Joy’s bedroom ceiling was leaking last night during a rainstorm. It was dripping onto her air mattress. She kicked her roommate off the couch (where he had passed out watching television).

She is nervous about her court appearance Friday for an assault charge against Jake. Her lawyer expects the case to go in her favor since Jake has been charged four times with assaulting Joy. He is also well known to the police. He served one-year last time, but it’s expected that, with this latest charge, he will go to the penitentiary for a long stay.

“I have problems being in confined places with a lot of people. I was in a cell with four women who were very agitated and noisy. I checked myself into the psych. ward. I was fine, drawing with colored pencils. Then, another woman was brought in who screamed continually.

“I just lost it, man (pointing to her head). I started stabbing myself in my private places with the pencils. Then they put me on suicide watch.”


27 September 2011

Joy was in relatively good spirits, “I’ve got these abdominal cramps because of my period. Also, I think I’m starting ‘mentalpause’. I remember when my mom had it.”

“My roommate wants to bring his son to stay with us. He’s in grade ten. I don’t know how that will work out.

“My court case has been moved up to October nineteenth. I’m not overly worried about it. It’s only a parole violation. There will be a pre-trial, then a trial; but my lawyer expects that it will eventually be thrown out of court. Jake, on the other hand, has been charged with assault, assault with bodily harm and attempted murder. My lawyer says he’ll be sent to the penitentiary for a long time. A friend of mine says that the next time he sees Jake he’s going to kill him, for what he did to me.

4 October

Joy said, “I have an appointment this afternoon with my parole officer, she asked, ‘Will you be drunk? I said, ‘I don’t know. We’ll see.’

“Now we have four adults and four kids, aged five, six, thirteen and fourteen, staying at the house. I end up doing a lot of babysitting, cooking, and cleaning. Some of the adults, and some of the kids, and I don’t get along. One of the kids said, ‘I don’t have to do what you say, you can’t hit me.’ I said to him, “I can’t hit you, but I know kids your age who can.”

I was surprised to see her on the sidewalk one morning when it was raining. She said she had to get away from the house because of the kids.

7 October

This morning was see your breath cold. I met Joy as I got off the bus. She gave me a big hug, said, “I was freezing my ass off sitting on the sidewalk, I’m going home.”

I asked her how things were working out with the kids. She said, “I gave my notice to my roommate, said I was leaving. He asked the other family to move out. It’s not like they were contributing anything. Now it’s just my roommate and his fourteen-year-old son. I get along fine with him.

“I just got tired of the responsibility of caring for somebody else’s children. I’ve raised my family. Anyway, I wasn’t being paid for it or even thanked. The parents just neglected to care for them. The five-year-old girl hadn’t had a change of underwear in four days. It’s heartbreaking that some parents are allowed to have children.”


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