And now that my head is somewhat more together… in other life news…
I got a certified letter on Friday from my OB’s office – I should say former OB’s office because apparantly they’re cutting ties with me for lack of payment. I fully accept responsibility. No I didn’t and still don’t have the money to pay, but still I could have talked to them when they called, tried to make arangements, etc. but, too little, too late. I must arrange to have my records sent elsewhere which right now is nowhere since I have no health insurance. So, that resulted in my crying at the kitchen counter while me and the hubby were feeding the kids. It went something like:
me: i’m so tired of not having money, not being able to pay bills, etc.
him: are you crying?
me: boo hoo, sniff, snort, no…
So, I’ve decided I’m going back to work full time. Don’t know when and don’t know where but something has to be done. I’m again feeling like I need to do somtihng to get us out of this situation and so I shall.
I went to my cousin’s wedding on Saturday. This is her second marriage. The wedding was long because the wedding party was ridiculously large, I mean ghetto fabulously large. How long will this one last? I don’t know, but I’ve got my money on six months or less. That’s mean, I know, but I also know her history. But don’t get me started.
That night we stayed at my mother’s and while we were away from home, there was a murder suicide on the street directly behind us, I mean right on the other side of our back fence. A man, Richard Seymour of the New England Patriot’s dad to be exact, shot and killed his girlfriend, then killed himself. Creepy. Glad we weren’t home. Another reason I can’t wait to move. It also freaked me out because six years ago, this could have been me. Of course, back then I didn’t see the “relationship” for the crazy/obssession that it was until he started STALKING me, but damn, hindsight and all that. Hope he still lives in another state. But I don’t want to think about that right now. Too much more time to spend at work where it’s quiet and I actually can think about it. So, later.