I find myself needing strength more than usual this week. I ranted about some of what’s happened in a comment while upset and maybe I shouldn’t have done so but it’s a bit late for that now.
I have an interview Friday for a job that may not quite meet what I made with GM but will be pretty close and potentially have more useful company discounts depending on where I end up living next year. Even if things work out with it I probably wouldn’t start working until January because of the holidays though. My friends have all been supportive and I seem to have been approved for unemployment even if I don’t know for what amount....
But I am so depressed already...
I can’t believe how fast I seemed to backtrack on the progress I’ve made over the last several months. Saturday I was awful, Sunday I felt pretty good after spending a lot of time with my children until something happened that evening and Monday I was surprisingly ok... but all of that is gone already.
Losing my job and no longer knowing if or when I can move out without going home to my parents 2 hours away has a lot to do with it. Most of it is my ex mother-in-law though.
She has been nastier to me than she has probably ever been before this week. She’s yelled about me losing my job, about wanting to take my daughter to see a movie like I had planned all week so my daughter would know things were ok, about “wasting gas” to take my kids maybe 2-3 miles to go to the park my daughter loves, about wanting to simply go to a friends house because of gas, about my daughter seeing me cry on Saturday, for not doing enough around the house after spending 6 hours cleaning and doing special projects on top of taking care of both kids all day, helping my daughter with her homework, cooking dinner and cleaning up afterwards.
I lost a job she encouraged me to take through no fault of my own. Two days before I got the phone call she sat in the same room as me and went on and on about how awful it was that people were being laid off.
I know she’s mad at my ex and is worried she’s dying but that’s no excuse to drag me into it or belittle me in front of my children. I’m really losing sight of why I stay here. That if I do move out to the only place I’d feel comfortable asking and can afford it would make it almost impossible to find and hold a job up here and be near my children.
There’s a large part of me that just wants to throw as much of my stuff in storage as I can afford, abandon the rest and get the hell out of here... I can’t take this anymore...