I'm done with all of it. Everything finally got to me and I'm slowly breaking down. I cried all night last night. I cried this morning. I'm done with it all. I don't need this. Either he changes, or I'm done. I'm not putting up with it anymore. This is bullshit. "You don't trust me." Take your head out of your ass, Jeff. So Cue-Ball had two more puppies last night except they were still-born. Poor things. They didn't survive. Jeff said he woke up to two dead dogs on the floor. He thought they were two of the nine but they weren't. Thank God. I'm out of here. This class, I mean. Fuck it.