Adversity builds character. Right.
I have enough character, we have enough. Enough already. 
Dave and I mutually agree that somedays it’s damn tempting to punch our exit cards and move onto the next life. 
Not for real-I mean we are not suicidal, but seriously. Fuck already. 
Dave’s sister-the one who got her high school in prison, then had a beautiful daughter despite the crack use, had a second perfect child
and now got a $300k new home with a private master bath with a soaker tub and marble tile shower, 4 bedrooms ect….

I completed 6 years of post secondary, busted my ass to get were I am with no help. Our first child dies, we save for 4 years for buy a 900 square foot 2 bedroom bungalow with an unfinishable bedrock basement. 

Don’t get me wrong, I am greatful I am me. I love our tiny house. I love my husband and my puppy. 
It just kills me a little inside each time I see her getting life handed to her when we are debating bankruptcy after trying despretly to do anything but that. 

Hey-Fate. My OPK has been + for two days. Give me a baby now. You owe me for serious.
Another long standing girlfriend told me today she is 16 weeks along. I hate that I was the first to get pregnant and the last to actually get a baby. I need a little help from the fates to regain my optimism cause today…..I am…..TOUT FINIT..

 

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About mommamaynard

“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein. When it feels like your world has been shattered, and you have reached rock bottom, you must make a choice: Stay where you are and fade away, or keep moving forward. Thankfully I chose to move forward and was blessed with the two most wonderful children after the death of my first in early labor. Things are looking up.

Posted on February 15, 2009, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. How was she able to buy such an exspensive house?

    • Well she has the downpayment for 10% on it, they have 30 thousand in savings, but the question here is how will they keep it up, keep it heated and still have enough left for daycare for 2 kids…cause they can’t live off just his salary. It really seems like his little sister was born with a horseshoe up her ass the way no matter how much she dosen’t do, the world unravels at her feet.
      Nothing frustrates me.

  2. (((((((((((((hugs)))))))))))))))

  3. Motherfucking shit.
    Sorry for the vulgarity, but I think the situation warrants it. That just blows.
    I’m so sorry 😦
    Can I do anything? Want me to go to Murray’s and expedite you some stinky cheese? Or some cheesecake? Or bonbons???

    • I wonder how much overnight shipping with CO3 for sushi would cost…

      • Your the sweetest.
        Some night suck, some days suck, but we always survive…
        I just want things to be ok for us for a little while, I wouldn’t even wish for greatness, just stable would be spectacular.
        You know, you need the same, you both deserve the same. Just one year free of serious financial woe, crazy landlords, deaths of loved ones.

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