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Yesterday, Thursday, I did the dishes twice, vacuumed the living room, used hardwood floor cleaner and a dry mop in the bedroom. Haven cried when I left in a Lyft to go to Public Storage on 13th to see if I could claim the storage unit I won. My driver was very nice. I had just dreaded having a female driver and how females are usually awkward to be around and sometimes even kind of rude to me.

I saw online the storage facility manager lives on-site. And found out it's troof.

Told me I could stay past closing and use the business dumpster. Suitcase stuff. Leave things behind couldn't carry. On the list if dont clean everything. Said I could come back next day by 6pm to clean up.

Near impossible to maneuver out with suitcase & things. Left behind maybe helpful things at bus stop; hand warmers, diabetic things, lidocaine patch, flashlight, ammo box. Leaving that helped. Found cannabis candy and a broken bong stem in a clear box at the bus stop in front of Mighty-O.

Friday. I did the dishes twice, broom swept and sponge mopped the kitchen, hallway, and bedroom using hardwood floor cleaner (not dirty bucket water). I wiped down the kitchen counters. Max still hasn't cleared his literal shit from the toilet. Has to be at least a week gone by now. He was in the bathroom from around 1am to after 3am. Ran the bath tub water, but that doesn't mean he took a bath. The next time I went in the bathroom after he got out, it was fucked up. I put new sheets on the bed, new pillowcases on the pillows. I did laundry with Haven in tow. Sat outside with him for over an hour and a half - he woke from naptime right after Max left again, Haven didn't nap yesterday. Haven and I walked CSSD appeal letter to mailboxes, etc. just as the postman pulled up, and I got it sent out! I also emailed it. Working on the attachments today, and I think I just finished after working on it since 830ish. Woke up to bright sun at 755am. Max didn't let me go clear my stuff from storage, so my name is on the list now. I still haven't made it to the grocery store. Last night, I was working on things to bring with me to my apartment. I gave Max the keys to it so he could 'use the bathroom' there. He came back around 230am without the ice cream I asked him to grab me before the store closed at 2. He had left around 1:15am. Around 3am he came to where I was in the hallway working on my things and started fucking with me bad - he angrily - out of nowhere - walked up to me and stared at me, the air around him tense. Why are you here? He said to me. And that's how it starts. I asked him to please stop fucking with me and told him that I wasn't doing anything to him and hadn't. *I'm here because he severely neglects, abandons, and very possibly physically abuses Haven* He kinda slowed down but wouldn't stop. He said he needed to get laid. I told him to go get laid then. I was going to leave to go to my apartment. I havent been there for weeks. But because of the irrational and physically aggressive behavior that Max was directing toward me when I had done nothing at all to deserve it, I was merely physically present and therefore his target, I didn't feel comfortable leaving as I felt it could put Haven in the same kind of target position as me. So I laid down with him and didn't get back up, even though it took a while for me to calm down. My heart rate was up from the stress of being verbally attacked again by Max emphasized by physical aggression. He raped me last night. He's in a great mood this morning.