Hi, thanks for asking, thats really nice of you!
Where to start?

Well, things have been totally manic with me of late. MY dad had to go in for major surgery and he wasn't getting better and was in and out of hospital. He got taken in again on May 2nd, and had a seizure. I thought he was going to die. Thankfully, however, he recovered and is far better, although it could take up like a year to recover.
My mum had an operation on her hand a few weeks ago, and got taken into hospital last Tuesday because it got badly infected. So both my parents were in separate hospitals but my dad is out now and my mum is getting out today.
My siblings have been causing me all sorts of problems (I am the youngest by 12 years), because they can't accept that I am nearly 26 and am an adult. They think I am incapable of keepingthe house in order and looking after my dad, so they have been spying, interfering and picking faults. My sister even sent her daughter down to stay with me and "help" me, when really she just made a lot of mess and sat and smoked cigarettes and watched me clean up

Meh, I haven't been getting a lot of sleep. I never sleep well anyway but I have been getting even less than usual so I havent been functioning properly lol. My boyfriend came up last weekend for a visit and I was supposed to be going down to his (where I class as home because its the only place I feel safe), on Friday there (8th May). But obviously as my parents were ill I couldnt go so he drove up to be with me. He stayed the whole weekend, helped me out with cooking and cleaning and drove me to see my mumin hospital

He is my rock. I know I would be crumbling if it wasn't for him!
He went home this morning as he has to be at work by 2pm.
At the moment I am procrastinating at work...I am supposed to be writing two essays for my studies but I haven't got the attention span today. I guess it is because I am so tired!
My parents' illnesses aside, my life is on the up

I still have my debt to deal with but I am seeking advice on it and I am trying not to let it worry me too much because I know I amgetting help to sort it out!
My relationship is going from strength to strength and I am falling even more in love with him every day...and he says that he is falling more for me every day too.
Due to how I allowed myself to be treated by men in the past, I had a real problem with the phrase "making love". Love and sex for me were separated, because I had to disassociate them with each other for survival. It was the only way I could cope. Even during the 5 years with my ex, I didn't associate love and sex with one another. However, now I totally do because for the first time in my life I have someone who respects me. He treats me really well and looks after me and I love him more than anything else in the world. So I have got used to the idea of "making love" and I have allowed love and sex to become one for the first time...and it doesn't scare me at all. I guess its because I feel extremely safe with him and I know he would never ever hurt me or treat me with anything other than the utmost care and respect!
My mum and I are getting on better than I thought we would since I moved back in with my parents. She still can't accept me for who I am, though, and I know I am still a disappointment to her. Meh, I have been thinking long and hard, and I realised that I have been racking my brains and working so hard all my life to gain my mum's acceptance and be the Alison she wants me to be. But this morning I stopped and thought, "WHY?", I wasn't born to please her and I wasn't born to be a carbon copy of the girl she dreamed I would be. My mum should be proud of me no matter what, because I feel that I am a good person with good morals, and I have never been in any trouble. So what if I can't get up early or can't keep the houe clean to her OCD standards? So what if I havent been to uni and gained a super duper degree like my brother? I still have a pretty upstanding job, even if it doesn't pay well. Nothing I do will ever be good enough for her, but I know now that its her problem. She needs to accept me for who I am, and not try to influence me to become someone I am not! I love my mum, dearly, but the way she carries on sometimes its pretty obvious why I have had low self-esteem since I was old enough to use the potty.
Its HER problem, not mine! And if my boyfriend loves me for who I am, I can't be all that bad, can I?
Meh, apologies for rambling on...

Thanks for asking how things are going. How are you?