Right. I haven't posted because I was quite frankly reeling from some stunning news last week. I wish I could say they were fantastic news. Instead....
Due to my insomnia, my sleep hours are often incredibly whacky. So last week, Robert come home from something (I can't remember) and I just woke up. He had this look on his face. It was not the look of someone content or happy; it was a look of something deeply worrying and bad. So at my encouragement, he told me.
The news was, his parents spoke to him and he relayed it to me. And that was... if we didn't find a job, an apartment and move out by May of next year, they were going to kick us out. If we didn't have a place to stay, then homeless it was. I was floored, just utterly floored
A part of me wanted to go downstairs and wave the news articles at his parents, the ones saying that Florida had one of the highest
unemployment/jobless rate in the country, that despite all those optimistic reports, the economy was not going to just miraculously pull a job out of the hat for Robert to take! The national unemployment rate is like 9%. Florida's is almost 11%. And if you look at classifieds and online, there's so very little hiring right now. Those that are are often filled so quickly you'd get whiplash.
That's also on top of "You're lucky if you'd earn enough to live on".
What shocks and hurts me the most is that Robert's parents know I'm disabled, that Social Security continues to be assholes and given the state of things, I am not
going to be blessed with any assistance from the government right now. Even with a lawyer. I say this because my friend in California has a lawyer, has a doctor's diagnosis and Social Security is still
denying her claim.
Did they expect me to find some job I could do on my own time? I'm sorry, most of those jobs are... well... quite frankly not possible for me right now. My sleep has been getting worse, my pain is worse, the insomnia is worse. Having this bomb, out of the blue, is quite frankly shocking.
My own family doesn't believe me. I guess it seems his parents don't believe me either. I'd love
to go to a doctor and say "Figure out WTF is wrong with me NOW!" but.. how the hell am I going to do that? Seriously. Florida fails in terms of free clinics and sliding-scale clinics insist on basing the fee on the earnings of Robert's parents as they're "supporting" me. Considering they make a decent living, it's too much. I won't pay that much.
Turned out maybe it's a good thing. *huffs*
You can imagine how I felt at the news. I was shocked, hurt, and flabbergasted. Robert and I spent roughly two hours discussing options. He still has one more semester to go before he graduates with a bachelors in psychology. (Fortune blessed him on one end; he was able to get that last language class so he can fulfill the requirements for the fall.) He had a couple of friends whom he could move in with and one of them might be willing to let me move in as well. The drawback? That person smoked. And I am violently allergic to cigarettes, gaining a migraine-like headache that lasts me days.
We discussed my options. There was Vendy's ex-fiance, with whom I am good friends. I also had my friend and her family in California who pretty much extended a permanent "You can visit/move in anytime." (There's a reason I consider them my second family.) And, much to my stunned amazement, a friend in England
also extended the offer to live with her. (This provided if she can get the extra income she was hoping to; then she'd just pay for my move.)
I had better friends than I realized.
However, nearly each and every one of those offers had pros and cons. Some I could cope with, some I might not be able to. It's a tough decision. Especially as it means, once more, moving all over again. (Marking that move number 34. And I'm still not 30!)
Of course, Robert and I would prefer that didn't happen at all. But the way things are going, I daren't wait until the last minute to move. Especially if the finances are that tight. Boxes would need to be shipped... things to be moved. Again.
Gods be good, I'm bordering on a panic attack at times. It's not what I... expected. I have so much that needs doing. And I don't know how to achieve most of them.
At least I have something of a safety net to fall on.~ ~ ~
I read this recent Sunday's Parade magazine. For those who get newspapers, Parade is like this little entertainment/health/political thing that comes every week. This one caught my eye for a particular reason: they were interviewing Brad Pitt. Now, I'm not the sort to go fangirly and shriek at hearing about him. But I have to say, I respect the guy as an actor. He's fabulous, melding into his roles with incredible skill.
Do I care that he supposedly cheated on his wife while making a movie with Angelina Jolie? Not really. Just goes to show he's human, like the rest of us. I do
like the fact that he considers Angelina's three adopted kids as his own, going as far as to adopt them.
Anyway. This interview had quite a few tidbits of wisdom that I like. And so, here are the bits:( Cut to preserve lengthCollapse )
Well. I guess that's it. I'm still floundering as to decisions. It'll take time, but I don't have a lot of it left.... Time flies faster than we realize.