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We have another blizzard coming to our state. 70 inches isn't enough so Mother Nature is giving us the gift of another 14 to 20 inches. When there is a huge storm, there is more money in our pocket. My wife stays at the hospital for days, sleeping, eating and working long hours for an extra $10 an hour. Which means I am home alone tonight and throughout the weekend.
I haven't had therapy in weeks. In that time, my wife was in a car accident that took our only car left off the road. The premium is high. We have been relying on co-workers. I met my best friend through work and we still work in the same building but different departments. My wife works half an hour away and needs to be to work an hour before us. Her boss allowed her to come in an hour later because of transportation. He offered to pick us up in the morning and let my wife use his truck to go to her job.
After two weeks of doing this, he agreed to pick up another co-worker along with us. We need to be to work at 5:30am and my wife at 6:00am. He did this for a couple of days and became very angry. He took it out on my wife. He refused to pick up the other co-worker and didn't let them know. After picking up my wife, he was complaining about the fight they had gotten into. He was driving fast and uncontrolled. My wife asked him many times to slow down and not to pile through the snow banks.
When she got home, she was shaken up and told me what happen. She said that she couldn't handle the staring on the truck so she dug out all the snow and ice in the wheels. She went to go get our animals that were being boarded that day, and when she got home she took the truck right to our work. She picked us up and not wanting our friend to drive because of his outburst, she drove us home.
When she pulled into the driveway, we heard metal hit the ground. The exhaust came off from the place that his partner had welded together earlier this year. He swore and pushed his way through us and speed off. A couple of days later, he texts me a picture of the bill for the parts that are needed for the truck. He said “We need to disgust on Monday”.
I panic. His partner is extremely abusive, alcoholic with a couple of guns. I asked him questions about the truck and reminded him of his driving and what the truck has already gone through for repairs. He told me that it wasn’t our fault and he wasn’t asking for money. We agreed to use his other truck for one last ride in together. He started to tell me how scared he is and that he only has two hours a day of quiet and safety. When I shared the conversation with my wife, she texted him a few questions about the bill and reminded him he always has a place to stay for safety. He wrote back and was angry with her. He was telling her that she owed him a lot of money for many different reasons. It ended with everyone upset with each other. We haven’t spoken since
That was last Thursday. Tonight while my wife is at work, she gets a text from his partner stating that he will see her in court, she wrecked his car and she borrowed a lot of money from our friend that she needs to pay.
She called me about it to see if they were harassing me. They weren’t so she walked me through on how to block their number. She was so upset and shaking. We couldn’t believe that our friend was blaming us for the damage to the truck. It makes me sick to think about it. Just two weeks ago after a stressful day at the office, we shared a hug and told each other we loved them. It was comforting for me. I don’t smile or laugh much but I smiled at the hug.
After his partner sent the threatening texts to my wife, my friend writes a comment on my Facebook page:
“ You have grown so much & so many of us have hope & dreams for you.
We know you can do it! Be well my friend”
.I don’t know what is going on or what games are being played. My head is already a mess even before my wife tells me about the threats. I am home alone and my day at work was straining for me. After a full week of rerouting providers and clients from one town to another due to a gas leak in the office building. I had to buildva tracking system for the state to follow for medication providers, I was feeling my lost child through the client’s stories. I wanted to feel close to what I am used too so I Googled my mother’s and step-father’s criminal records. I wanted to figure out how old I was and where we were living. I missed them.There was a sense of calm as I was reading and remembering.
When my wife calls upset about the threatening texts, I couldn’t clear my mind enough to listen to her or comfort her hurt and anger feelings. I was lost in my past and I wish I could find the words to describe the feeling I was having of reconnecting with that strong little girl I was at times growing up.
Ever since I wrote the story of my father and I, I have been connecting with my child self more than I ever had. I going through so many emotions and trying to stay focused. In the middle of this, I am searching for a new therapist. I have been exchanging emails with one that I think will be a good fight for me due to her specialties being,Trauma and PTSD, Sexual Abuse,and Dissociative Disorders.
I will see my wife again on Tuesday and see my new therapist on Thursday.
One of these describe me:
OUCH! I hurt….
ahhhh….isn’t life always true to itself….
Not sure which one....
I haven't had therapy in weeks. In that time, my wife was in a car accident that took our only car left off the road. The premium is high. We have been relying on co-workers. I met my best friend through work and we still work in the same building but different departments. My wife works half an hour away and needs to be to work an hour before us. Her boss allowed her to come in an hour later because of transportation. He offered to pick us up in the morning and let my wife use his truck to go to her job.
After two weeks of doing this, he agreed to pick up another co-worker along with us. We need to be to work at 5:30am and my wife at 6:00am. He did this for a couple of days and became very angry. He took it out on my wife. He refused to pick up the other co-worker and didn't let them know. After picking up my wife, he was complaining about the fight they had gotten into. He was driving fast and uncontrolled. My wife asked him many times to slow down and not to pile through the snow banks.
When she got home, she was shaken up and told me what happen. She said that she couldn't handle the staring on the truck so she dug out all the snow and ice in the wheels. She went to go get our animals that were being boarded that day, and when she got home she took the truck right to our work. She picked us up and not wanting our friend to drive because of his outburst, she drove us home.
When she pulled into the driveway, we heard metal hit the ground. The exhaust came off from the place that his partner had welded together earlier this year. He swore and pushed his way through us and speed off. A couple of days later, he texts me a picture of the bill for the parts that are needed for the truck. He said “We need to disgust on Monday”.
I panic. His partner is extremely abusive, alcoholic with a couple of guns. I asked him questions about the truck and reminded him of his driving and what the truck has already gone through for repairs. He told me that it wasn’t our fault and he wasn’t asking for money. We agreed to use his other truck for one last ride in together. He started to tell me how scared he is and that he only has two hours a day of quiet and safety. When I shared the conversation with my wife, she texted him a few questions about the bill and reminded him he always has a place to stay for safety. He wrote back and was angry with her. He was telling her that she owed him a lot of money for many different reasons. It ended with everyone upset with each other. We haven’t spoken since
That was last Thursday. Tonight while my wife is at work, she gets a text from his partner stating that he will see her in court, she wrecked his car and she borrowed a lot of money from our friend that she needs to pay.
She called me about it to see if they were harassing me. They weren’t so she walked me through on how to block their number. She was so upset and shaking. We couldn’t believe that our friend was blaming us for the damage to the truck. It makes me sick to think about it. Just two weeks ago after a stressful day at the office, we shared a hug and told each other we loved them. It was comforting for me. I don’t smile or laugh much but I smiled at the hug.
After his partner sent the threatening texts to my wife, my friend writes a comment on my Facebook page:
“ You have grown so much & so many of us have hope & dreams for you.
We know you can do it! Be well my friend”
.I don’t know what is going on or what games are being played. My head is already a mess even before my wife tells me about the threats. I am home alone and my day at work was straining for me. After a full week of rerouting providers and clients from one town to another due to a gas leak in the office building. I had to buildva tracking system for the state to follow for medication providers, I was feeling my lost child through the client’s stories. I wanted to feel close to what I am used too so I Googled my mother’s and step-father’s criminal records. I wanted to figure out how old I was and where we were living. I missed them.There was a sense of calm as I was reading and remembering.
When my wife calls upset about the threatening texts, I couldn’t clear my mind enough to listen to her or comfort her hurt and anger feelings. I was lost in my past and I wish I could find the words to describe the feeling I was having of reconnecting with that strong little girl I was at times growing up.
Ever since I wrote the story of my father and I, I have been connecting with my child self more than I ever had. I going through so many emotions and trying to stay focused. In the middle of this, I am searching for a new therapist. I have been exchanging emails with one that I think will be a good fight for me due to her specialties being,Trauma and PTSD, Sexual Abuse,and Dissociative Disorders.
I will see my wife again on Tuesday and see my new therapist on Thursday.
One of these describe me:
OUCH! I hurt….
ahhhh….isn’t life always true to itself….
Not sure which one....
