Friday, March 04, 2011
The Dreaded Late-Night Post
It looks like we are going to be moving in with my parents. Yes, at 46 and 62, we are going to be living in my parents basement.
I am so angry. I feel betrayed. I feel shafted. I don't want to move again. I don't want to go through all the shit I went through 4 years ago. I am finally getting my credit repaired and getting my credit rating back up to something respectable. And this is not my fault! I feel horrible.
I know Nick is getting sick of moving. And I am sure he is just loving the idea of moving in with my parents. I know the why questions are totally unproductive, but WHY?
I know, God will work through this too, but there comes a time when the narrative begins to wear thin. When it seems that everything in your life breaks when you touch it, you have to wonder: Is the world that fragile, or are you that big of a klutz?
Sorry about the pity party, but honestly, there has got to be a point where it is realized that the common denominator to all that is happening is me. Do I bring this stuff on myself?