Been up since 3:45. Woke up and couldn't go back to sleep. I HATE it, when this happens! :zzzzz
Had a nice afternoon yesterday. My granddaughter's 7th birthday party was held (her actual birthday is this Wednesday) at my son's and DIL's home. I couldn't help but get teary-eyed, when she made her first appearance, all dressed up in a pink empire waist dress, and her long blonde hair styled in ringlets. She is growing up SO fast, as are all my grandchildren. Little Noah, who is now 14 months old, is toddling all over the place. And, Cole, my middle grandchild, who turned 4 the week after Noah's first birthday likes a lot of attention: "Watch me, Grandmama!", he calls out repeatedly, as he makes his way across the monkey bars on the gym set in the back yard. He's a typical middle child, compteting for attention between his big sister and baby brother. I kind of felt sorry for him, as he longingly watched his sister open her presents...and as she made it WELL known to him that she didn't WANT his help, thank you very much. That's OK. I gave him extra hugs and kept my promise to watch him "perform" on the monkey bars.
I tried to get my sister to go with me to the party, but she is so depressed over her and my BIL's finances right now, she doesn't want to do anything but sit around and b****. The VA owes my BIL several thousand dollars in refunds for medical expenses and back benefit payments, and he's been getting nothing but the runaround from them, for months. To make matters worse, my sister lost one of her two part-time bookeeping jobs she was working back in September which enabled her to buy groceries with. She got mad at me yesterday, when I opted to make my car payment instead of giving her the money. The problem is, there are NO grace periods associated with Title Pawn loans. If your payment isn't received on the day it is due, the car is repossessed the next. It's that simple. My car is the ONLY posession I have left, and I have the satisfaction of knowing that those debt collection attorneys who are coming after me on that second mortgage that their clients caused
me to default on cannot TOUCH it...as long there is a lien against it. Anyway, I left for my granddaughter's party yesterday, as my sister yelled after me: "Does ANYBODY besides ME wash dishes in this house?"
I closed the front door after myself, muttering: "Oh, shut UP". If she'd stop blowing what little money she has on cookies, chips, cream cheese, olives and
Pepsi-Cola and stuffing them into her 280-pound body, we'd have
groceries. My sister is basically an unhappy person...and she has been, ever since her third husband was diagnosed with terminal cancer and died six weeks later back in 1992. Both our late Mother and I tried to get her into therapy afterwards, but she wasn't interested and has been in a perpetual state of denial ever since. The slightest crisis sets her off, and I am living for the day when I can move out. My son has told me to pack a bag and come over to his house whenever I want, and I may start doing just that. I am having a difficult time as it is dealing with my own
problems, and I don't need
Sorry for the vent. I know I wouldn't be in this situation had I not quit my job last year, but my physical and
mental health meant more
to me at the time than my possessions. And that is a fact.