Now that Robin and I are talking again, we tackled the massive challenge of cleaning her room. Holy fucking shit. It was absolutely nauseating. There was something soaking wet in her hamper that had been sitting there god knows how long because the floor is now completely rotted where she had it. I am sure it was at least partly, if not mostly, urine. There were 83 soda bottles in there. Used menstrual pads. Used band aids. It was fucking DISGUSTING. I need to take two showers now. It took us four hours and 12 garbage bags to get it cleaned up, but it is now beautiful. We’ll see how long it lasts. I’m not sure it’ll make it until morning.
