Can I just do a recap of this year real quick?

This has, by far, been one of the most stressful years I have faced. It started off pretty alright for the most part, I visited New York again to spend time with my boyfriend and to relax away from my normal stresses. That was in February.
March I celebrating my daughters 2nd birthday and my 22nd birthday. During the week in between my sick grandpa came home on hospice and was slowly dying in the living room of my grandmas house. It was a horrible time for all of us and celebrating 3 birthdays that month was quite the pain. My grandpa passed away 2 days before my birthday.
Ever since then everything was thrown into a spiral. My family practically fell apart, my grandmother and aunt whom had always been drama queens turned into practical physocpaths.
April I found out my boyfriend was getting an apartment for us. I didn’t want to move out of state so soon due to the passing of my grandpa and it just…not feeling right in the moment. Found out I had 2 months to move in or they were taking me off the lease….so the manager pretty much pressured me into moving in June.
The next two months were a lot of fighting with my mother. Her screaming that I only cared about my relationship and myself. When in reality I just wanted a fresh start and didn’t want my child around what was becoming of my family.
My grandmother tried to stop the move, threatening to call my ex and force him into getting custody of my daughter, or forcing my mother to get my child taken away from me. She threatened to punch me the next time she sees me. Which in fact, didn’t happen when I saw her next. She called me names, my mom names, telling everyone how horrible I am.
Saying goodbye to my best friend was the worst of it all. I’ve been friends with her since kindergarten…something a lot of people don’t have. We spend so much time together that this week in a state away from her is killing me. We still text, thank god.
The move in June was absolute hell. My boyfriend was traveling with his sister and her bf and their car broke an hour away. And it was…dead. Had to stay the weekend, got a rental on monday, and had to find someone else to come get the uhaul. Which didn’t happen for a few more days….so I had to pay a lovely $80 fee. Not to mention his sister is a diagnosed bipolar…so she was absolute hell yelling at us all the while. Not to mention I was traveling cross country with a 2 year old and a snake, which worried me the most.

The initial move in was alright, I’m still trying to settle in which is very difficult given how insanely different this state is compared to where I was raised. But I want to say that AT LEAST I’m somewhat more mentally stable due to my boyfriend wanting to be the type that keeps me happy no matter what I feel.