This entire week has been nothing but a fucking train wreck. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this helpless. It all started out with Kato being sick last Sunday. He had to have surgery last Tuesday, he’s doing a lot better. He is more himself lately. Finally eating dog food again. He had a linear foreign body inside his intestines. It was composed of his toy ropes and his bones. His surgery cost $700. Yesterday, our basement flooded. I went down to switch the laundry and water was spitting out the drain like a fucking geyser. There was like an inch of water in the laundry room. I yelled for Daniel, and we noticed there was water in the back room where we kept all of our boxes. We started putting all the boxes into the main part of the basement bc there was no water there yet. The boxes in the back room were soaked... They had water falling out of them along with our belongings. As we were setting them onto the dry part of the basement, we noticed it wasn’t so dry anymore. Then we started to notice the carpet floating. There was water underneath... eventually there was about six inches of water throughout the entire basement... once the rain stopped, the drain in the laundry room started working again, so it was able to take some of the water down. We also had a submersible sump pump that was working fairly quickly. We called the insurance company and made a claim, and they said they would get back w us within 24 hours. The basement was finally no longer under water, but the carpet was soaked. We decided to call into work knowing the following day would be full of talking w insurance, sewer, and people to give us estimates for the damage. The carpet was done for, baseboards and the walls probably, too. The walls are made of dry wall, so if they get wet...it’s not good... We decided to go to Frickers for a very late dinner after an exhausting day. We pull into the lot, my heart sank as I saw a very familiar face standing outside the restaurant... I put my hand over my mouth and said, “that’s Michael. I can’t...” I waited a couple minutes, and decided I was strong enough to go in. It just...it angered me. It made me sick. He didn’t deserve to see me happy. He didn’t deserve to see ME. He didn’t deserve my presence. As we were sitting there eating, I could hear his voice from the back. It disgusted me... Daniel grabbed my hand tightly, and he pulled me close. He made me feel very protected. He doesn’t know half of what Michael put me through, but he know it was through hell and back and hell and back again. We got home and went to bed. Today consisted of using a carpet cleaner to suction the water up from the carpet. That was extremely exhausting. (My body hurts so badly right now). I had to empty the sweeper every couple minutes bc there was so much water, and there still is. It’s still very squishy but not as bad. Daniel’s friend, Chris, came over and helped us move the big things from the basement up to the living room. I decided to go get pizza for everyone. After dinner, we got a call from the insurance... “...you’re not covered.” Three simple words that fucking broke my heart. Daniel thinks it’s a sewer issue. (The city not doing their job of keeping the sewers clear and unclogged. Bc once it stopped raining, the drain opened back up). But because Daniel told them it was a sewer issue, they said we weren’t covered. It was a different package that we would had to have purchased. Daniel doesn’t remember them offering the package in the first place... But he shouldn’t have told them it was a sewer issue bc we aren’t for sure that’s what it was... If he would’ve told them we weren’t sure, we could’ve gotten someone from the insurance to come inspect... so now we’re going to have to hire someone to come look ASAP.... After this heartbreaking news, we decide to try to make ourselves feel better with a nice hot relaxing shower. ...the hottest the water would get was a luke warm, and that was all the way turned up... So great! The fucking water heater was damaged from the fucking titanic in the basement! ...now we have a fucked up basement, a fucked up water heater, a $700 vet bill to pay, no insurance help... My anxiety has been off the wall the last week and a half. I don’t know how much more I can take... I’m to my breaking point. I’ve cried so many times, and it’s not helped me feel better. I’m so exhausted that I don’t know if I can cry anymore. I’ve lost ten pounds this week. I can barely sleep. And it’s going to be even worse now because all of our fans are in the basement, trying to dry the fucking carpet. I sleep with a fan on every night. I HAVE to. It’s going to be a fucking disaster. Of course I called my mom crying. She told me it’ll be okay. She told me, “it may seem all bad now, but baby, there is a light at the end of the tunnel.” I’m not so sure... This tunnel is very dark. I’m not lonely in the tunnel though, so that’s good... It’s just very dark in here. I’m really scared. I just wonder what I did to deserve all this. I work my ass off for everything I have..... I’ve come such a long way. Mentally and physically. Why is it all so bad right now? Is there really a light at the end of the tunnel? fuck.
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