I finally decided to put on my big girl pants and take my car to get checked out. I admit, I was expecting the worst and figured I would wind up with a 300$ repair bill so avoided it for as long as I could. When the check engine light first came on (3 weeks ago) my mom and sister suggested I tried taking it to a place that offered free diagnostic testing, so last Friday I drove to the AutoZone down the street and held my breath as the man plugged his little machine into my car.
I could have kissed the guy when he told me that the part I needed was only gonna be about 40 bucks and offered to put it in for me! Of course, I didn’t kiss the guy but happily bought the part and said thank you
more times than I probably should as he put the part in.
Yay! My luck was finally turning around!!
If you believed that then grab a seat in the dummy section next to me.
My luck lasted all of two hours when I got smacked in the face with another bad report from Isaac’s teacher and a 60$ co-pay for my stupid prescription medicine.
Yup, 60 effing dollars.
The pharmacist probably thought I was having a nervous breakdown and maybe she wondered if she should call for an ambulance as I stood crookedly at the counter, hyperventilating and cursing my insurance company in between sobs.
I pretty much threw the money that I was planning to give the gas station at her and then muttered obscenities as I limped through the entire store towards the exit. It isn’t her fault that I have terrible insurance and I feel embarrassed and sorry that I behaved so ill-mannered. The funny thing is that while I was carrying on she didn’t even react, not a blink or a gulp, or a sympathetic face. She must deal with crazy people all of the time.
Then on Saturday my aunt hosted a lovely party for the holiday and I got to spend a few hours talking with my family, some that I had not seen in a few years. I especially enjoyed catching up with my cousins but I was a very dumb girl and thought after I had a few glasses of wine in me that it would be a good idea to go for a walk with them.
Mind you, I went on two separate walks that were not more than a few blocks each but I’m counting these walks as my “Go for a long walk with a friend” resolution because since Saturday at 6:30pm I have been in terrible pain and since have been repetitively saying out loud “I am in hell.”
I feel like I walked 36 miles over rugged terrain or was hit by a mack truck, so those few blocks count as a long walk in my book.
Note to self: You have limitations, accept it. Stop pushing it, doufus.
Yesterday we had court (finally!) and it went well. I think Huz’s attorney was trying to intimidate me at first but I quickly put him in his place.
The Protective Order is in place for 6 more months and I feel good about the other agreements Huz and I came to. I didn’t speak with Huz at all, in fact, I didn’t even look at him in his eyes. He looks so different to me now. So different. I let Isaac go talk to him after we spoke with the Judge and the aggreements were finalized. He came back crying, he really misses his Dad.
I know that Huz loves us and can’t stand for things to be this way but I don’t feel sorry for him at all. He did this. I feel bad for the kids and for myself.
I can only hope that he will take this seriously and get help, as that is the only way he can be forgiven for the disgusting trouble he created for this family. He is allowed to see the kids supervised twice a week and the kids get to decide if they want to spend time with him.
Isaac is eager to be with his Dad, Natalie on the other hand, has inherited Huz’s gripe holding issues and says she doesn’t want to ever see him. Only time will tell, I sure hope she will forgive him and move forward. I am going to encourage her to, but it’s not my responcibility to re-build her trust in him, that is up to him.
Lastly, I want to point out that some meaniehead left a jerky comment on my Back Door post. I posted it and replied to the butt in the most mature and classy way I could.
I debated for a few days whether or not I wanted to put is negative comment up, but hey, he’s entitled to his opinion and real life isn’t all roses and candy. I don’t understand why he didn’t just move along but whatever, to each his own. It’s not like he cursed me out or anything and he wasn’t really all that mean, just a bit rude.
Maybe he’s just having a bad year like me.