Well the first post of the new year and it's going to be me spilling my guts about how horrible the year has been so far.
There is so much I need to pour into this post but I can't get it sorted out in my head so I'll just start with what happened this weekend.
Friday January 4th 2:45pm. My dad comes home from work really upset. His check is short 5.5 hours. He couldn't go see my brothers as planned because I needed to pay the house and car insurance so I got most of the check in my account. The rest of the night goes pretty well with the exception of Jarryd literally scratching himself bloody on his thigh.
Saturday January 5th. I go to the bank, I pay bills, and the day seems like it is going well enough. That night, however, I was taking Elsie outside and when I came back in Jarryd was letting my cell phone "swim" in my cup of water. I take it a part and dry it off as best as I could but I had no rice to put it in so my phone was a goner. I had asked my sister via Facebook to let my dad know what happened to my phone.
Sunday January 6th. I get myself and Jarryd ready and we head to Verizon. I get told to call or go online to file a claim with the insurance on the phone but I would have to pay a $45 deductible. So I thanked them and left. So we head to the store to get the necessities. I come home and filed the claim with the insurance and spent the $45 because I seriously can't go without my phone. It left $15 in my checking account. I was able to get Jarryd down for a nap and I tackled some household chores and watched Supernatural. My dad gets home later that night and shows me pictures of his girlfriend's vehicle. The back is smashed in and the back window is busted out. I asked him what happened and he told me they were in an accident Saturday afternoon. No-damn-body bothered to tell me. Not even my own sister! I mean I know I didn't have my phone available but tell me through Facebook or stop by my house and tell me!
Monday January 7th. Didn't get to bed until 4am but Jarryd was wide awake at 11:30am. I decided that I wanted Taco Casserole for dinner so we had to go the store. I stopped and put $7 in gas in my car so now I have a little over $8 in my account. I came home, did some dishes, started dinner, and tried juggling the demands of a dog, toddler, and keeping an eye on dinner. My dad gets home and his work paid him for the hours they had shorted him but he pretty much came home and left again because he wanted to take his girlfriend to go get her rental car. That took 5 hours. I wanted to get out and go meet up with an old friend but instead I was stuck here dealing with my inner demons and my physical one aka Jarryd. I also have to get rid of my dog because Jarryd is allergic to her.
I have cried so much in the last 8 hours it is not even funny. I feel so unimportant to my family. I am literally at the end of my rope and no one, NO ONE, seems to care. I cannot spend another day with my child. I'm ready to just pick up and leave and not tell anyone where I am going. It's not like they would notice or care anyways.
Ok I think that is enough for one post. I was going to go into what happened over the holidays but I just don't have the energy to do it.
