As some of you know, I moved to Staunton, VA from Frederick, MD about 3 years ago. It's been a really rough road as I loved my condo in MD, had lots of good friends, my church, neighbors, and knew Frederick like the back of my hand …. I'd lived there for 30 years. Then after 40 years I got divorced and bought my own condo in Frederick ….. I was so happy. Well, my girls convinced me to move down here as that's where they are and at 73 I knew someday I'd need help. I'm slowly adjusting …. it's sure better than it was, but ….. my X lives down the highway about 15 miles in a big house on 3 acres of land and here I am in a low-income apt. It's a nice apt. but it comes with all the problems that usually are there ….. drugs, a "ho", and the occasional gunshot in the night. I heard this morning that something good to keep in your pocket was a hockey puck to hit an intruder over the head. If nothing else, it would give one time to get away. I don't know how much longer I can handle being this close to my X. He's a narcissist, so I see him at family gatherings. I saw him at Thanksgiving, I'll see him at Christmas. After that I'll only go when I want to ….. no more "every picnic, every celebration" blah, blah, blah" ……. I know my girls will be upset, but I just can't keep doing this. At 73 (almost 74), I think I've earned the right to decide, without being coaxed by them, or being told, "but Mom you have to go." No I don't, and I won't.