That's where I am now, ducking for cover as the shit hits the fan. Maybe I'm exaggerating a bit, I do tend to exaggerate...something I like to attribute to being a writer. Heck, even that phrase, "being a writer" is an exaggeration...
It's just that my son is having issues with a bully at school and issues with being afraid at football and work is ...well, I don't really even want to talk about work.
I just want a moment in my life that is anxiety free. I want to wake up and look forward to work. I want my son to go to school and know he has friends waiting there for him and he is safe and secure.
I want to be able to get paid and know that I will have extra left over after bills.
I want to get a call from a man that loves me more then anyone alive.
and to top it all off I have a date....I don't date...seriously.
A date? And you didn't tell *me*?
I'm sorry things are tough right now but I have several friends that are going through what you are. So it must be in the water.
Just keep your chin up!
I'm a recovering single mother trying desperately to see humor in my day to day toil while simultaneously avoiding reality as much as humanly possible.