Let’s see…
I woke up, got out of bed, and started heating water for my morning tea.
I took meds for my stomach, climbed into the shower, and proceeded to cry my eyes out in prayer for about 20 minutes.
Spent time in the word while drinking my peppermint tea, still crying.
After a time, the crying subsided, to be replaced with a comforting peace.
My daughter texted me last night to say that she’d be getting married in several weeks and that her father and his wife would be with them. She offered for us to go and get our nails done or something, just she and I.
I try not to think about how much it hurt when she asked me if I would babysit her dogs when she goes into labor.
I haven’t said anything to my kids about my hospital visit, nor my other procedures. None of them know that the suburban and all our things are gone. None of them know that the Edge was towed and then taken from us, as we had no money to pay for the tow. I’ve said nothing about our having not a dime to our name, nor the gas to even drive the one truck over to visit. None of them have come to see the apartment. I am relieved that they don’t, truth be told. We’ve still no clothes, no cleaning supplies, toiletries… basically, anything that food stamps won’t cover, we don’t buy.
I don’t say anything, because they prefer it that way! Everyone prefers it that way! Nobody really wants to watch the car wreck that I call my life, longer than they have to… everyone has life problems, I was told, so it’s not always about me!
It’s only 9:43 in the morning so there’s not much else to write about whether or not my day was typical… I got hours left!
But ya, it’ll probably be typical… it has been, thus far!
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