Post by FarmGirl on Sept 4, 2005 13:46:08 GMT -5
I haven't been on here in well over a year now. Actually, I forgot about this site until I was cleaning up all my bookmarks and saw it there. Before when I found this site, it felt like a warm comfy blanket. No one here judged or backstabbed. So, I thought this would be a nice safe place to write some things down just to "get them off my chest."
Since 2002, I have been living in a different state far from where I grew up. Far away from childhood friends, far from any remnants of family. Finances, distance, and responsibilities at home have kept me from ever going back, and I don't see any time in the future where I will ever be able to go back. I'm homesick for a home that doesn't exist anymore. My mother is dead, my father is old and mentally ill, and brothers and sisters have their own lives in other states.
My husband had a heart attack over a year ago and has since lost his job, and subsequently his self-esteem and will to live. I have been forced to hold it together but I'm failing. Everything (except the house) we own is for sale. I have a couple of old broken-down horses who I may have to euthanize because I may not be able to feed them this winter.
I try to look on the bright side, but it's so hard with no one to talk to. Half of my paycheck goes towards health insurance alone, and that doesn't cover all of the hospital bills or cost of medication. The darned pills my husband needs cost well over $500/month. We don't have kids and therefore don't qualify for any financial assistance because, according to the govt, I make too much. We've been kicking around the idea to get divorced in order for him to qualify for medical assistance. Weak huh?
Then, I get this seething jealousy towards my well-off neighbors who just took in an exchange student from China, and they have lots of friends and family who are offering up all sorts of trips, food, gifts, and everything under the sun for them for hosting her. How wrong am I to feel that way?!
Then I see these poor people down south and I feel like I should just slit my wrists for feeling sorry for myself. So, I posted that we had a room available for a hurricaine victim, and that made me feel a little bit better.
I hate days like this. Hope you didn't waste your time reading this.
Since 2002, I have been living in a different state far from where I grew up. Far away from childhood friends, far from any remnants of family. Finances, distance, and responsibilities at home have kept me from ever going back, and I don't see any time in the future where I will ever be able to go back. I'm homesick for a home that doesn't exist anymore. My mother is dead, my father is old and mentally ill, and brothers and sisters have their own lives in other states.
My husband had a heart attack over a year ago and has since lost his job, and subsequently his self-esteem and will to live. I have been forced to hold it together but I'm failing. Everything (except the house) we own is for sale. I have a couple of old broken-down horses who I may have to euthanize because I may not be able to feed them this winter.
I try to look on the bright side, but it's so hard with no one to talk to. Half of my paycheck goes towards health insurance alone, and that doesn't cover all of the hospital bills or cost of medication. The darned pills my husband needs cost well over $500/month. We don't have kids and therefore don't qualify for any financial assistance because, according to the govt, I make too much. We've been kicking around the idea to get divorced in order for him to qualify for medical assistance. Weak huh?
Then, I get this seething jealousy towards my well-off neighbors who just took in an exchange student from China, and they have lots of friends and family who are offering up all sorts of trips, food, gifts, and everything under the sun for them for hosting her. How wrong am I to feel that way?!
Then I see these poor people down south and I feel like I should just slit my wrists for feeling sorry for myself. So, I posted that we had a room available for a hurricaine victim, and that made me feel a little bit better.
I hate days like this. Hope you didn't waste your time reading this.