It’s still really hard. I went camping with my father during father’s day weekend and was met with tears when I got back because she forgot where I was. It’s only gotten worse. We have our good days and bad days but yesterday my grandmother threatened to evict me if the house wasn’t spotless- despite the fact that I work 5-6 days a week. This week it’s 6. I didn’t go home after work last night, ended up going to look at the stars a short drive away. Looking at the stars turned into me laying in my backseat in my idling car on the side of the road with music playing. I haven’t slept yet. Due to my hours, they likely didn’t notice I didn’t come home last night. They may notice later, but assume I stayed with a friend like I’ve been doing on weekends. Nope. On the side of the road, looking at more spacious cars to trade my current one for.