smrisme

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Yep, that’s where I am living. Ultra Sensitive USA, population me.

I am trying to make plans and figure things out financially. I am trying to take steps for me and the kids to move out. I am trying I stay positive, but this all seems like such a daunting task.

For five days now I have been trying to get rid of my car I got in December. Being that it’s so new and I put zero down, I am upside down. Trying to find a dealer to help me bury four thousand dollars of negative equity has been a blast <;—- that was sarcasm.

I am going from a crossover SUV with a third row seat to a compact car. It's going to be a huge adjustment especially because I will be stuck in this car for five years and I will have two teenagers by then who will have to squeeze in the back seat with their then seven year old brother – ugh.

Trying to lower my payment, gas consumption and insurance payment all in one. There is a method to my madness, if only I can get someone to work with me and help me.

All of this has caused me a lot of stress. I don't feel supported at all, and am bearing the stress of all of this poorly. I know it but I can't change it either. I broke down and cried at one salesmen, talk about uncomfortable.

I am also crying at night, haven't slept in days, and I have lost three pounds since Saturday.

I have to get rid of the car by this weekend so I can avoid the $454 payment and $315 tags that are both due next week. If I can do that then that will save me about a thousand dollars before the first payment on the new car would be due. A thousand dollars towards moving out and divorce.

There is a method to my madness

Sadness

Posted on: May 1, 2012

Today is a sad day, one of those sobering days where I’m just generally sad about things.

I woke up with a stif neck and everything has been downhill since then. I can’t seem to shake it. I’ve been silently tearing up in my office all day long. Have I mentioned how much I love having my own office? Thank god for the solitude and my partially closed door that might as well have a sign that says “fuck off and come back tomorrow.”

I went to lunch with my husband. Interesting since we don’t really talk and he sits on his phone playing game or texting or reading the whole time. I get in his car and immediately wonder who else has sat in that seat and it grossed me out.

Anyhow, we are on the way back to my work (it’s only two lights away on the same street) and he says “I don’t know where I’m going” and my reply was ” turn left at true Acura dealer” to which he says “look I don’t have time for your stupidity.” I asked him why he would say something so mean. He shoots off another mean comment and by this time I’m back at work.

When I went to get out of the car he says “thank u for lunch.”. I was so broken down by his comments I couldn’t even reply. I silently closed the door as the first tear trickled down my face.

I can’t understand. I will never understand. However, that merely compounded into my already emotional state and sad day.

Today is the kind of day that makes me want to run to my person. She’s too busy for me. She doesn’t have the time or the interest in me anymore. I’m letting go of that one day at a time too. I cant look to CAD anymore, i just cant.

So my second option would be to run to food. To eat until I feel better, but I can’t do that either!

Happy I had weight loss surgery? Yes. Miss the comfort and the never rejecting peace of food? Yes. Food never got tired of me, food never bailed on me, food never hurt my feelings, food was a constant that I had to let go of also.

This is all too much for me today. Solitude, silence, alone, sad. Maybe I will feel better tomorrow



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  • smrisme: If she didn't know I was hurting that would be one thing, but she knows. She called earlier and heard me crying. Since then, no call, no text to check
  • foreverlostgirl23: I'd say don't let her get to you but, seems she already had. I'm sorry though your not alone. I hope things get better you can email me if u need to t
  • smrisme: I just fear a lack of human connection will make our generation unbelievably cold and out of touch

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