I’ve been going through some tough times. We’ve had problems that are taxing my sanity and will and desire to go on. When one problem is resolved and we think we’re getting ahead, the rug gets pulled out from under me. Many people lose their faith and turn against their God(s) but they’re the ones helping me and keeping me afloat. But I am human and often despair and get depressed.
We’re supposed to move into a new condo this month, finally getting out of this house that is falling apart and beyond my abilities to maintain. Financial and other problems, including my husband having gone off the deep end and spent thousands of dollars before I knew it caused it to go into sheriff’s sale last year. He was diagnosed bipolar and was on manic spending sprees. We’ve had an agreement with the new owners to pay rent and stay on for a while. Only because the real estate market has tanked, with this quarantine putting the brakes on it even further. The eviction courts are closed, so there’s another respite. But we’re getting out anyway. The condo is very nice, clean, move-in ready. We made the security deposit and first month’s rent payments.
Sounds like a good fresh start, yes? Well yes and no. Last week I was furloughed from my job of almost 23 years due to this coronavirus business (I won’t go into what I think of it), along with hundreds of other employees all over the country. Our stores are almost all closed. Our only sales are through the internet. I filed for unemployment benefits but I have no idea when they will start. Fortunately a furlough is not a termination, it’s an involuntary unpaid leave of absence. I still have health benefits, but only for so long. Hopefully I’ll be back to work soon.
I haven’t ask anyone for help, and I won’t. So I sit at home not having much desire to do anything, often crying, though I know many people are worse off.. I put off my daily puja because I never have the right emotion for it. Better to not do it than do it half-***ed [self-edited due to filter failure].
And yeah, that thought crosses my mind frequently. I have the means to check out quietly but I have my husband and dogs to be concerned about... not necessarily in that order. If I survive this I know I will never retire and stay home.
I’m not looking for pity or sympathy, or to bring anyone down, but this is the main reason I’ve been scarce. I’m also afraid I’ll lash out at people that don’t deserve it. On Facebook the ones who definitely deserve it get it.
So yeah... tough times.
We’re supposed to move into a new condo this month, finally getting out of this house that is falling apart and beyond my abilities to maintain. Financial and other problems, including my husband having gone off the deep end and spent thousands of dollars before I knew it caused it to go into sheriff’s sale last year. He was diagnosed bipolar and was on manic spending sprees. We’ve had an agreement with the new owners to pay rent and stay on for a while. Only because the real estate market has tanked, with this quarantine putting the brakes on it even further. The eviction courts are closed, so there’s another respite. But we’re getting out anyway. The condo is very nice, clean, move-in ready. We made the security deposit and first month’s rent payments.
Sounds like a good fresh start, yes? Well yes and no. Last week I was furloughed from my job of almost 23 years due to this coronavirus business (I won’t go into what I think of it), along with hundreds of other employees all over the country. Our stores are almost all closed. Our only sales are through the internet. I filed for unemployment benefits but I have no idea when they will start. Fortunately a furlough is not a termination, it’s an involuntary unpaid leave of absence. I still have health benefits, but only for so long. Hopefully I’ll be back to work soon.
I haven’t ask anyone for help, and I won’t. So I sit at home not having much desire to do anything, often crying, though I know many people are worse off.. I put off my daily puja because I never have the right emotion for it. Better to not do it than do it half-***ed [self-edited due to filter failure].
And yeah, that thought crosses my mind frequently. I have the means to check out quietly but I have my husband and dogs to be concerned about... not necessarily in that order. If I survive this I know I will never retire and stay home.
I’m not looking for pity or sympathy, or to bring anyone down, but this is the main reason I’ve been scarce. I’m also afraid I’ll lash out at people that don’t deserve it. On Facebook the ones who definitely deserve it get it.
So yeah... tough times.
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