So much has happened since I posted anything. My husband started smoking meth again. He got charged with 3rd degree domestic assault and hindering communication. He’s living with his aunt in Springdale at the moment. He’s still struggling with paranoia, but I still believe in him and love him.
I’ve been laid off from my job. My last day will be July 25 unless I find another position in Walmart. I’m scared to death about the prospect of losing my healthcare. I feel like I’m losing everything that has ever given me a sense of security. Phillip just started a job with Georges. Hopefully, I can get on his insurance to get me through.
I’m having surgery on my foot on May 2 and I won’t be able to drive or walk on it for at least 2 months. At least I’ll have plenty of time to look for another job. I hope it will help me walk a little bit better and without pain. I have a very long road to recovery ahead of me.
To be honest, I haven’t felt much like writing anything in a long time. I’ve been keeping it bottled up inside. There’s a part of me that is afraid someone will read what I write, but I can’t be concerned about that any longer. I need to make a better effort at using my writing to work through my emotions.