in which i ramble some about stuff
today my parents and one of my sisters helped me move the bed and my dresser from the apartment. my upstairs neighbor helped carry things because he saw me struggling. he's a really fantastic guy, and he has been nothing but amazing. he goes to my parents' favorite bar often enough that they promised to buy him a drink when they see him next.
i made it through the day without crying. i got REALLY angry at him earlier in the week. i don't even want to talk about it again. suffice to say he's making dumb financial decisions. i got mad at him, and for the first time, expressed my anger immediately. he got defensive and angry. right now i don't fucking care.
a few days ago we discussed what sheets i would take. he said that i could have any of them i wanted. i'm leaving him two sets. i'm taking four sets. i'm confident that he won't be buying a queen size bed any time soon, so i'm not too concerned about it. i took the new comforter and duvet that we'd received as a gift last year and never opened. i brought a laundry basket that had been sitting in the bathroom for at least a month, and washed all that stuff, including a comforter that he had brought from his mother's house. tomorrow i'll return that and his clothes.
it appears that in the month since i left he managed to use just about every set of sheets we owned. i had to do four loads of laundry that was entirely bedding-related, and i'm still not done. it's exhausting, but everything is fresh and clean.
so i'm getting through everything. there's still no progress on medicaid. all i need for that is one more letter from someone saying my marriage is indeed over, and then i have to go to DHS and drop off a crapload of stuff for my social worker. since she has not returned any of my calls in nearly a month, i figure she'll call me if stuff is wrong. and i haven't heard from my disability caseworker in nearly six weeks. fantastic. but october will be the six month mark since i applied, and that tends to be the magic number. so here's hoping.
i made it through the day without crying. i got REALLY angry at him earlier in the week. i don't even want to talk about it again. suffice to say he's making dumb financial decisions. i got mad at him, and for the first time, expressed my anger immediately. he got defensive and angry. right now i don't fucking care.
a few days ago we discussed what sheets i would take. he said that i could have any of them i wanted. i'm leaving him two sets. i'm taking four sets. i'm confident that he won't be buying a queen size bed any time soon, so i'm not too concerned about it. i took the new comforter and duvet that we'd received as a gift last year and never opened. i brought a laundry basket that had been sitting in the bathroom for at least a month, and washed all that stuff, including a comforter that he had brought from his mother's house. tomorrow i'll return that and his clothes.
it appears that in the month since i left he managed to use just about every set of sheets we owned. i had to do four loads of laundry that was entirely bedding-related, and i'm still not done. it's exhausting, but everything is fresh and clean.
so i'm getting through everything. there's still no progress on medicaid. all i need for that is one more letter from someone saying my marriage is indeed over, and then i have to go to DHS and drop off a crapload of stuff for my social worker. since she has not returned any of my calls in nearly a month, i figure she'll call me if stuff is wrong. and i haven't heard from my disability caseworker in nearly six weeks. fantastic. but october will be the six month mark since i applied, and that tends to be the magic number. so here's hoping.