The mom is getting a permanent restraining order. Without a doubt. She's gone. That's done. To give up on Austine is to give up on my heart. Ok? I won't give up on that but I won't beat a dead horse when I can afford a thoroughbred. I just won't. I know a decent chick right now I could propose to tomorrow and we'd be alright. But she's not Austine. This whole thing is fucked.