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Edited on Wed Dec-16-09 05:57 AM by AlienGirl
Sometimes I can brave-face my way through things when I think it'll help someone else. Not right now.
For complicated reasons involving the power imbalance inherent in an unemployed person living off the wages of an employed one, a tiny living space in a crappy condo building with leaks and wiring problems, depression vs. OCD, and everything else, my room-mate needs me and my stuff and my critters out of here very soon. Not to disappear entirely, just to be a lot less here.
A friend is willing to put me up for a while, but his place is also tiny and crowded and he is even more broke than me. (This is the same friend whose house my first ex-husband dumped me at as soon as the chemo and radiation were done.) I don't know how long I can stay there.
The connected guy who'd told me he was willing to solve all my problems in one fell swoop dropped out of sight just after Thanksgiving. No emails, no calls, I leave messages...he had just come into town to surprise me the day after Thanksgiving, we had what I thought was a fine evening together, he was supposed to call at noon the next day and never did. Last I heard, he hadn't been in touch with his son, either, so there's that: I can't be sure he isn't just Doing Something Important But Secret or else in the hospital again. (Hospitals have phones, though.) I'm not sure whether to consider myself dumped or not.
I had a fight with my mother over health-care reform. She's agin' it and I'm for it. When I told her how being uninsured affects me, she pretty much told me straight out that it's because I've made bad choices (which I have, undoubtedly). I had imagined that maybe my family didn't think of me as a total loser, but they do.
Everything since 2000 has been downhill. Every time something's about to turn for the better, it collapses and I have to start again at the beginning. Work, love, family, stability, home, health, money, and sex are pretty much over for me, and I know it.
Tucker
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