Please tell me this will end!

First of all, Bryan and I had a grand old fight the other night (*was it last night?... I can't remember*) about my "secret" blog. He doesn't want me posting about our personal business on my site. I guess you could say we don't see eye-to-eye on this issue.
I have maybe ONE friend that I can confide to about all this stuff that goes on, and you know what? She has a life of her own. She can't always drop what she's doing to take a 30-minute bitch-fest hysterical phone call from me. That's ridiculous. Not to mention that it helps me sort through my feelings when I blog about what's going on, and that's supposed to be, like, good for my mental health, 'n shit like that.
Anyway, I ended up crying about the whole damn thing, and I told him that I wouldn't be sharing my blog location with him.
So. Then. My parents came over here the other night, and my dad informed me, basically, that he wants to sell the house. In which I currently live. With my 2 and 1/2 kids. And all my shit. The house that I'm renting from him because I can't effing afford to live anywhere else. Yeah, that house. Well, this house. Right now, my credit is SHIT, and Bryan's is worse, and he doesn't make 3x the rent of a cardboard box, and I don't know how to grow a money tree to help us out with a security deposit. *sigh* The last place we rented was a 2 bedroom 2 bath in the next town over, and it was fairly big, and I liked it. The rent was $725. Guess how much that same exact apartment goes for now? Over $900. So we're making less than we did before, and we have to move into an apartment that costs more than it did before. I mean, I'm not good at math, but even I know that the math doesn't add up.
I knew this would happen, but I figured I had awhile to get my shit together. We're on the waiting list for subsidized housing, but that can take up to 18 months. I guess we're going to have to move out to the boonies or something in order to find someplace that we can actually afford. Or something.
And. (oh, no, I'm NOT done yet...) Bryan lost his job. AGAIN. *sigh* I haven't even caught up on all our bills yet, not even close, and he lost this cake freakin' job. I owe my mom and dad money, and they are hounding me like crazy to pay them back. I totally hate owing people money, and I want to pay them back ASAP, but I don't want to tell them that Bryan's unemployed again. Hell, I don't want to tell anyone that he's out of work again, because I'm soooooooooooo freakin' tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiired of being broooooooooooke and being the poor white trash that everyone feels sorry for.
Tomorrow I'm going to take a look at the roof of the house, because I swear to GOD there must be a big bulls-eye painted up there, somewhere, to help the gods/powers that be aim when they take a big, fat, hairy DUMP on us.
Reader Comments (20)
Is it possible to move out of California? I dunno your sitch with Marissa's dad, but if you could, West Florida is VERY affordable. I bought my house from a couple that rented it to me first, they are very sweet churchgoing people and helped me out when I first divorced. And there are a lot of jobs on Monster over here, and a lot of employment agencies.
I dunno, sure 99.9% of this is because I would totally love to live near you... but I also hate to read you only have one friend to vent to right now, wouldn't it be cool if you could just walk over to my place? Eenyway. You have my phone number right? I am sans kids every Monday-Thursday and get home from work around 7pm (is that 4pm your time?) I have unlimited nights on my phone, long distance included, and could call you back for free. And just listen if that's all ya need.
((((((((BIG HUGS)))))))))
I certainly don't think of you as poor white trash and I don't feel sorry for you. I care for you and I want to see you do well. What I'm trying to say is I don't look down on you. Sometimes we all (and I've def. been there) go through this kinda crap. It doesn't change the person you are just because there isn't much in your bank account. I want to help you if I can, but not because I pity you, but because I care. email me if there is anything I can do.
AND big fat hug to you, my dear. We'll come up on Saturday and get you pretend drunk.
Now, on the whole broke/poor conversation... have you thought about welfare, food stamps, etc. DO NOT be ye ashamed of such things. Back in the early 70's my mom used both to keep us alive (single ma with 2 kids). She ended up getting gov't support as well to get her degree and now she's living in Baghdad making $200k. Well, that's all good news except the Baghdad part!!! Anyway, what I'm saying is, if you haven't yet, do not be afraid of getting financial support. That's what you pay taxes for!
Sending you love...
When I started my blog I told the hubby, I plan to write what makes me happy not anyone else. And if that means I vent about him on there to feel better than I am going to do it.
Ahh! I am crap at advice. Keep plugging along - it has got to get better. During hard stressful times I always think - this too shall pass.
Best advice on here so far - talk to dad about selling. See if he is willing to wait 6 months. Not a long time, but hopefully long enough for the hubby to get a new job and you to feel more ready about moving if you have to.
((((hugs))))
Even sucks more that your DAD is selling the house he is renting you.....
i wish ya all the best. believe me i have cried many a tears over money, i hate money!!!
if you ever, and i do mean ever, need anyone to talk to, you know how to get in touch with me. and i'm with allison (pretending sanity) i do not feel sorry for you and i would never think of you as white trash.
more hugs sweetie!