I’m having a breakdown of the nervous kind.

This has been a supremely shitty few weeks.  Supremely.   It’s not looking like it is going to get much better.   I’ve just been really depressed and stressed out.  Things at work aren’t going like I want them to and I’m starting to not care about anything.

The holidays are coming up and if anyone out there is keeping track, it was about this time last year that the ExH came home in the middle of the day and said that he had a girlfriend.   Then on New Year’s Eve I get a text message that he isn’t coming home and doesn’t think he wants to be married anymore.   So as you can imagine, what should be a great time of year with Halloween,  Thanksgiving, and Christmas just is really blowing ASS.   I’m not wanting to participate in any of it. 

Christmas is the worst.  Our wedding was just prior to Christmas and so we got a lot of Christmas related wedding presents.  All I want to do is smash them.   I don’t want to even put Christmas out because that means I have to look at all that stuff - all the christmas ornaments that we collected. 

FUCK!

I’m selling our Christmas Tree at a garage sale.  I’m an “all white lights” girl and my ExH was a multicolored lights guy.  When we bought the pre-lit tree, I had asked him to get an all white lights one but he picked up on accident a multicolor.   It’s always pissed me off so I’m getting rid of it.   I don’t know what I’m going to do about decorating my house.

FUCK AGAIN!

I’m stressed about $$ too.  Not really about the stock market…my investments are long term and I’m nowhere close to the end of the term, but as of this month I have to put out a minimum of $1000/month for health insurance and copays.  ONE THOUSAND FREAKING DOLLARS.  Now, I have the money to pay it, but for fucks sake…I have plenty of other things to do with that money. PLENTY.

And then, because I haven’t been hit enough lately….

My cat Earl disappeared this past Sunday.

He’s an outside cat but he sticks around the house and always comes home for wet food in the evening.  He is a mean cat (abused as a kitten, I got him as an adult) but still, he’s mine.   SUCK.

earl

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!

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