Thank you all (except you, spoiled rich girl)
Big thanks to everyone who helped out with links and information- we now have the beginnings of a plan, which hopefully we can talk to the lawyer about more tomorrow.
The only UNHELPFUL commentary gave from a 15-or-16 year old girl who couldn't seem to figure out how anyone could manage to get into a bad situation and need help from other people. What kind of world do we live in anyway? Reading over her posts though, it's pretty easy to see why she doesn't seem to have any ability to empathise with other people - she's pretty much one of those spoiled rich kids who lives on mommy and dad's money, and will inherit trust funds and stocks and bonds when she turns 18. Probably her biggest life crisis is which pair of shoes best matches which outfit. Kind of sad, really- but that's pretty much the distinction between the classes right there. People who have had to struggle, or know what it's like, help each other with what little they have and point you in the right direction and offer comfort and support. Rich people who might be able to do some good to someone with their buttload of cash and contacts and resources.... don't do shit for anyone but themselves.
George Bush loves you if you're rich, kids. If you don't want to be poor why don't you just... you know... sell your computers and everything you do have just to buy food? Any time I need the dubious moral judgments of a spoiled teenage girl, I'll be sure to give you a call.
And how can anyone manage to loose their vital statistics and not get them replaced? Isn't that just...lazy? Well, here's a little story for the spoiled rich girls of the world. Back when I got divorced from my ex-husband who was on a wide variety of drugs and tried to kill me (No, he wasn't like that when I married him)- he burned a lot of my stuff just to be spiteful. Then we factor in about the seven-or-eight times I had to move since then just to keep afloat and stay on my feet. And then there just never seemed to be a pressing need for them - there was always something better to be done with the money or the time. Yeah, sometimes you're not precognitive and you don't know there will come a time when you need them.
Little Miss Rich Girl also brought up that if I was well enough to go to the library to read my poetry, I wasn't immobile and could do anything else I needed to. I go to the library once a month- and it's very difficult to get there. Afterward ,my back is killing me from the drive. While there, I sit down and read two poems. It's the only performing I can do anymore, and it means a lot to me. Most days my day goes like this- I get up in the morning after an unrestful night's sleep (it's hard to sleep when you're in pain- you wake up a lot), then there's taking care of my three kids (ages 14, 14, and 13) and taking my elderly (and somewhat annoyingly needy) mother, age 76, to about fifteen different errands. After that, I go to the doctors - five days a week, where I spend about two hours in therapy. By this time, I am exhausted. I come home, make dinner, help the kids with their homework, then sit down in front of the computer and try to relax and listen to some music so that I can go to bed and try to do the sleep thing again. All through the day, there's constant pain in my head, neck, and back. You want to live like that and tell me how much time/energy/effort you have to do other things? Not to mention, it's hard to comprehend and do things in logical steps right now...
Well, that's enough time wasted on her and people like her. This should really be about the rest of you, who were very helpful and provided useful things and showed you care. Thank you so much. The world needs more people like you. I feel like there's more hope now- I'm feeling less depressed about everything than I had been feeling, and now I think I'm ready to start fighting back again instead of just letting life roll over me. Hopefully good things will come your way, and someday I'll be able to do something nice for you if I haven't already. =) Much love to you all.
The only UNHELPFUL commentary gave from a 15-or-16 year old girl who couldn't seem to figure out how anyone could manage to get into a bad situation and need help from other people. What kind of world do we live in anyway? Reading over her posts though, it's pretty easy to see why she doesn't seem to have any ability to empathise with other people - she's pretty much one of those spoiled rich kids who lives on mommy and dad's money, and will inherit trust funds and stocks and bonds when she turns 18. Probably her biggest life crisis is which pair of shoes best matches which outfit. Kind of sad, really- but that's pretty much the distinction between the classes right there. People who have had to struggle, or know what it's like, help each other with what little they have and point you in the right direction and offer comfort and support. Rich people who might be able to do some good to someone with their buttload of cash and contacts and resources.... don't do shit for anyone but themselves.
George Bush loves you if you're rich, kids. If you don't want to be poor why don't you just... you know... sell your computers and everything you do have just to buy food? Any time I need the dubious moral judgments of a spoiled teenage girl, I'll be sure to give you a call.
And how can anyone manage to loose their vital statistics and not get them replaced? Isn't that just...lazy? Well, here's a little story for the spoiled rich girls of the world. Back when I got divorced from my ex-husband who was on a wide variety of drugs and tried to kill me (No, he wasn't like that when I married him)- he burned a lot of my stuff just to be spiteful. Then we factor in about the seven-or-eight times I had to move since then just to keep afloat and stay on my feet. And then there just never seemed to be a pressing need for them - there was always something better to be done with the money or the time. Yeah, sometimes you're not precognitive and you don't know there will come a time when you need them.
Little Miss Rich Girl also brought up that if I was well enough to go to the library to read my poetry, I wasn't immobile and could do anything else I needed to. I go to the library once a month- and it's very difficult to get there. Afterward ,my back is killing me from the drive. While there, I sit down and read two poems. It's the only performing I can do anymore, and it means a lot to me. Most days my day goes like this- I get up in the morning after an unrestful night's sleep (it's hard to sleep when you're in pain- you wake up a lot), then there's taking care of my three kids (ages 14, 14, and 13) and taking my elderly (and somewhat annoyingly needy) mother, age 76, to about fifteen different errands. After that, I go to the doctors - five days a week, where I spend about two hours in therapy. By this time, I am exhausted. I come home, make dinner, help the kids with their homework, then sit down in front of the computer and try to relax and listen to some music so that I can go to bed and try to do the sleep thing again. All through the day, there's constant pain in my head, neck, and back. You want to live like that and tell me how much time/energy/effort you have to do other things? Not to mention, it's hard to comprehend and do things in logical steps right now...
Well, that's enough time wasted on her and people like her. This should really be about the rest of you, who were very helpful and provided useful things and showed you care. Thank you so much. The world needs more people like you. I feel like there's more hope now- I'm feeling less depressed about everything than I had been feeling, and now I think I'm ready to start fighting back again instead of just letting life roll over me. Hopefully good things will come your way, and someday I'll be able to do something nice for you if I haven't already. =) Much love to you all.