Fucking Bed Bugs

Just when I think things are falling into place. Right when I let my guard down for half a day. Right when I begin to see a light in the far off distance. BAM!!! It's snuffed out.

So I figured out what my "hives" are. Fucking bed bug bites! The whole bed frame was infested. I saw them! They crawled on my at night and sucked my blood! Bit my face, my neck, my legs my arms. Even my toe!

This has been the most hellish weekend in recent memory. And that is saying a lot.
We upturned the entire apartment. Every single thing. Examined, sprayed with alcohol. We vacuum and vacuum and vacuum. We throw so much in the garbage. Put warnings on it, that it's contaminated. People take it anyway! Frightening.
I washed every article of clothing I own. Everything washable. I threw so much away. Ruined so many sweaters. If it couldn't take the heat, it went in the trash. I have no choice. They are nearly invincible.

But I think we can win. Even though this is her third time with them. But yet I think I will get the blame. I can feel it. I'm afraid. I'm more afraid of her than them sometimes. She is going to break down. And I won't be able to forgive. Words cut me like a knife, and rarely completely heal.
But I'm speculating. I hope I'm wrong. We are strong. We are getting stronger. If we remain a team.