The past two months?
My mom nearly lost her job.
My grandmother has been in and out of the hospital.
My sister got married under dubious circumstances.
My uncle went in for a checkup and ended up with double bypass heart surgery.
My girlfriend in ATL ended up in a hospital in Mississippi that almost killed her because they misdiagnosed a heart condition she has apparently had since birth.
Hubbie has a new boss who has no interest in furthering his career, only covering her ass.
Hubbie put in for a transfer to a different job site, which she denied so that she can keep him under her thumb and maintaining her workload.
LittleMan fell into and shattered the glass from the giant picture frame.
LittleBird's dental appointment turned up a cavity which required a laser, cajoling, and a fuckload of money.
One of my closest friends showed me her ass.
Today? We got the phone call that Hubbie's dad has been hospitalized. He'd had a bit of leg trouble, went to get it checked out and collapsed in the ER. All we know right now is that he has multiple blood clots in his lungs. He has been stabilized but the prognosis is uncertain. Hubbie's got a ticket booked for Thursday, but we are waiting for tomorrow to determine if he must go sooner.
I have never been one to beg for comments. I've always felt lurk or show the love as you feel. But the heavens are heavy, my friends. I am swimming upstream in a river of shit and the waters continue to rise. I know we will come out clean on the other side, but I need a little love right now. Hubbie doesn't have the strength. My little ones are beautifully self-absorbed toddlers worried only about their comfort (as well they should be). You guys are all I've got.