I really need to change the banner picture on this blog, as it’s a picture of the WV house and it mostly serves to remind me that I miss it muchly. In a few weeks I have to go to court with the owners of said house to try to recover financially some of the stuff they lovingly deposited in the dump which belonged to me. I hope it goes well. I don’t see how it can not, it’s not a question really of whether or not they were in the wrong and owe me compensation for my stuff, but rather how much was my stuff worth and can I prove it?
I hate the stupid time changes. I woke up at 4:30 this morning. 5:30 is ridiculous, but acceptable; at least I have a chance of making it through the day. 4:30 is just too much. But I do enjoy the early morning hours, before the TV gets turned on, before the boys start demanding milk and food and mommy time. It’s my time I guess, although I’d rather have it at night. I guess I’ll have to accept that I’m an early riser rather than a late-nighter these days.
In other news, hubby is such a jerkface that if I never had to deal with him again, ever, it would be too soon. Every time I talk to him it gets me more riled up. He is living in a fucking fantasy world and it is maddening to try to talk to him. We got into a fight the other day, via skype, because he got mad when I said it would be at least several years before I would entertain the notion of moving to Greece. Silence. Mad face. “OH, it’s SEVERAL YEARS NOW???! I love how things keep changing!” Dude. Nothing has changed, other than me being very, very sick, which in my opinion should have been enough to make you change your precious plans and stay by my side. However, I’ve always said that I couldn’t entertain a move until my older kids were grown, and the youngest of them is now 9. How has anything changed? Oh that’s right, it hasn’t except in your fucking fantasy world that you live in.
Then he got all belligerent about how I wouldn’t be away from my kids but it’s okay for ME to keep HIM away from his kids. WTF dude. You’ll notice that I’m not the one who moved half a world away from said kids. I really think he is seriously mentally ill or something. He believes this shit. He thinks he is wronged, and he’s going around telling his family and friends that I changed the rules and said I would come and now I’m refusing. It’s stupid, it’s childish, and it’s pissing me off. I wish I had the ability to just not answer his stupid skypes (which come almost daily and he gets pissed if he does not know my whereabouts for the day) and could just stop. It’s tiring, and I’m done. I’m trying to live my life and enjoy my kids and whatever time I have left, and I don’t have the energy to deal with his bullshit.
Someone send me a lotto ticket. Being financially dependent upon someone else’s bullshit sucks. There’s really no other way though, I don’t know how people make it on just disability. My (bare bones) bills are roughly $1200/month – I don’t have a car payment and have few credit cards which I don’t normally carry a balance on. My disability is not quite $700/month. I don’t know what I could cut to make it work. I couldn’t. Being stuck sucks.
