So, I received some solid advice tonight from an unlikely source. My mother informs me that maybe this will all make sense in time, that everything will work out, etc.
My husband’s contract is not being renewed due to budget cuts. Joy.
So instead of spending the next few months figuring “me” out and getting a better grip on things, we get to scamper around figuring out where our main source of income is going to come from.
I seriously feel like the universe is kicking me when I’m down. I know there’s never such a thing as a perfect moment, but I seems to me last time I said I wanted to make healthy changes and put myself back on the path to health, I ended up in the hospital for a week, and emerged with a life-changing illness.
Seriously, universe, what the fuck!? If anyone else can make sense of this, I am all ears.