Not being able to talk about what’s happening in my life with people I know is going to kill me.
My husband lost his job last week. I make $7.50 an hour. He made $34 an hour. In a couple weeks I’ll be making $15 an hour, but that doesn’t help now.
We are fucked.
We lost power Thursday for 13 hours and I had to replace a bunch of grocery staples. $75.
Then I had to send the husband out for other groceries because we’re out of chicken and I didn’t have enough in my bank account to cover the mortgage and all the groceries.
We have no health insurance cause it was through his work and the state health connection says I have an account with them when I don’t. My medications cost $800 a month without insurance. I’ve signed up for the savings programs and thankfully had picked up my meds the week before this shit happened.
Our power bill was already behind and I genuinely don’t know how we’re going to afford to pay it.
I need to figure out how to pay the water bill, car insurance, credit cards, and mortgage on $15.00 an hour.
I need to figure out how to do this without my friends knowing. I need to figure out how to power through without therapy. I need to find survival mode again.
We were finally going to be ok. We were finally going to be able to rebuild our savings and try to conceive again.
And now, it’s all gone. The stability and comfort that was so close, just gone. The chance to have our family, gone. I’m not ok and I have to keep pretending that I am.
