Not All New Experiences Are Good
Today I vomited because of stress for the first time. A particularly unlovely experience.
His financial situation is falling down around His ears. Mine is holding fairly steady, but as all the cash I have is currently buried in the joint account, it's still not a rosy picture. As for the joint account itself... well, we were on track with the whole ebay thing, til He got a scary scary letter from His credit card saying they would take Him to court unless He paid £230 by next week. Needless to say, we don't have £230. Or at least we do have some of it, but that will fuck the household bills etc.
It's like going to rob Peter to pay Paul, only to find that Peter's lying in a bleeding heap on the floor having already been done over by a nasty mugger.
Hence the stress vomiting.
And I thought bulimia was ugly...
For the first time in my entire life, I actually feel like there may be something that not even I, the great blagger/fixer/fast-talker, can find a solution to.
Our life is falling down around our ears and the worst part is, having always thought we were well supplied with friends and confidantes, there is not one person I can think of turning to for help.
What does that say about us? What does that say about me?
His financial situation is falling down around His ears. Mine is holding fairly steady, but as all the cash I have is currently buried in the joint account, it's still not a rosy picture. As for the joint account itself... well, we were on track with the whole ebay thing, til He got a scary scary letter from His credit card saying they would take Him to court unless He paid £230 by next week. Needless to say, we don't have £230. Or at least we do have some of it, but that will fuck the household bills etc.
It's like going to rob Peter to pay Paul, only to find that Peter's lying in a bleeding heap on the floor having already been done over by a nasty mugger.
Hence the stress vomiting.
And I thought bulimia was ugly...
For the first time in my entire life, I actually feel like there may be something that not even I, the great blagger/fixer/fast-talker, can find a solution to.
Our life is falling down around our ears and the worst part is, having always thought we were well supplied with friends and confidantes, there is not one person I can think of turning to for help.
What does that say about us? What does that say about me?
posted by Mookmoo at 4:44 pm
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