I was invited to the Annual Fall Festival today. Part of me wants to stay home and chill and listen to Celtic Music all day and just do mundane Sunday stuff. The other wants to bling myself out, go, show my new self off, and pretty much tell those people what I think of them, their little cult, they way they treated me for 15 years – how, by not making me full time, yet using me for everything I had – has put me at poverty level for disability. How my refusal to become one of their sheep because I was NOT, nor will I EVER be ANYONE’S sheep has made me loathe them, bitter, and ALMOST remorseful that I ever spent all that money to send my daughter there. But in the end, that is what is came down to. Always. What was best for my daughter. And she is a Waldorf child. No two ways about it. The nanosecond I left, I was replaced by a sheep, and they miraculously made my position full time. What to do, what to do…..