2009/10/11 00:22 This.
Is.
Fucking.
Amazing!
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2009/10/01 11:00 I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving.
the end.
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2009/09/30 01:27 moving today...taking the day off from classes.
thursday as well.
possibly friday if new sitter can't take shaun.
school goes well, marks are good, class is easy (for now)
internetless later today until new net installed on first at new place.
still have a fuck-ton of packing to do, and only one coffee left to get me through; Timmy's run request will be called in to mother before she comes to pick up the uhaul for me.
stupid uhaul won't let me pick up my own truck, cuz my license is only a g2 (although i've had it for 8 years)
whatever.
i don't know what else to say, but i don't want to get up from this comfy chair and pack more...ick...
wish someone else would pack and move for me.
my elbow hurts. have to wait a weak to get it looked at, probably gonna fuck it up more tomorrow. trigger points and moving a tv have done this to me, but i know lots of people that can fix me now :)
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2009/09/21 21:38 Starting to wonder if this may have been a mistake.
Working things out with Greg...well, it's not working out. I can't deal with this negativity all the time. I understand that he is manic depressive, but he refuses to medicate his condition, and that leaves Shaun & I taking the brunt of it. Well, pretty much all of it, to be honest. I have never in my life met a person with such a talent for turning everything into a problem, then bitching about it in such a way that he always seems like the hero who is willing to sacrifice everything for whatever the problem is. This usually centres me as the villain, which I can tell you is doing wonders for my self-esteem.
And of course, selling drugs is not stopping, nor has he even made an effort to curb his outbursts, and still refuses the idea of couple's counselling, which we obviously need. I am not allowed to seek counselling for myself, either. Nor am I allowed to talk to my friends about the problems that I am having coping with everything. He says I "play the victim" too well, and they don't get to see the REAL side of things, which again kind of places me as a bitch.
And I'm not allowed to do my homework or study, not allowed to pack when he is home (we are supposed to be moving in a little more than a week). I have had to deal with all of his personal troubles (a lot of fuck-ups with insurance & the van) for him because he can't talk to people in a civilized manner, and is constantly running the risk of losing his van/insurance, etc because of it. I have had no success finding daycare for Shaun in Kitchener because I have not received an answer whenever I call the subsidy office to set up an appointment to apply.
He has drained every last cent I have, and packed a grand total of ONE box toward this move. I somehow have less than a week to also come up with a deposit for hydro, first month's rent and a moving truck (I paid last month's rent as well)
I feel like I'm being pulled in so many directions at once and stretched so thin that I'm bound to break at the slightest bit of pressure.
I have to try to get him to talk without bitching or crying, and see what exactly he thinks we are going to do about this situation.
I. Just. Can't. Deal. With. This. Anymore.
In other news, I passed Green module (just barely, due to circumstances that surrounded it) and am on to Red at school.
I would like to say that I am going to be able to keep school up, but if things don't make a drastic improvement, I have a feeling I'm going to fall behind and bail out (or get kicked out). There is of course, also the distinct possibility that if things keep going in the direction they are, that I will be calling the property management company, asking for a refund and taking my friend up on the offer of staying with her for a month or two until I get back on my feet.
P.S. Visit my Etsy shop! I have a few new hats listed there, and a couple more on their way as soon as I can manage to get my shit together.
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