I'm sitting here at my desk at my work about to split at the seams....anxiety is through the roof...I'm shaking...about to cry and I can't breathe.
D pretty much lost his job today. The owner of the truck he drives put the truck in the shop and has just found out that it's gonna cost $8-9k to fix. Even if the owner had the money you are still looking at maybe a month before D goes back to work. A month of trying to survive on my income. Did I mention that my job pays me peanuts and can barely cover all the house bills.
So in my middle of flipping out I decide that maybe I should take a second job. And when I tell that to D.....I get you start looking for a 2nd job and I'll start looking for a place at my mom's to live. SERIOUSLY....do you think it helped my anxiety? It sent me into a tail spin.
With everything else on my mind...his losing his job put my level pretty high. Him saying that sent me over the top. Why is that the response for everything?
I want to go home soooo bad. I just want to bury my head in the sand.
OK GOD I CAN'T HANDLE ANYMORE MAKE IT STOP
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