For Rent (again)
So our previous place is for rent. They stayed there a year. They couldn’t wait a year to find a house. They raised the rent $600 a month. Good luck to future tenants. This girl is moving to IL next May.
Sometimes we like to go turbo.
So our previous place is for rent. They stayed there a year. They couldn’t wait a year to find a house. They raised the rent $600 a month. Good luck to future tenants. This girl is moving to IL next May.
Today marks one year since my BIL died. He had a massive heart attack. He was a good guy. He suffered from depression but did not let it stop him from living his life. Since I was moving, I had to use my emergency fund to pay for the move and therefore couldn’t travel to MN for the funeral. No forgiveness. Ever.
Today marks one year since my world was set on fire. I got the call from DM that his family would be moving into the apartment we were living in. No warning. No indication. No forgiveness. The last year has been very difficult. We survived. We are better than DM.
2023, not bad so far. I must have faith and trust God.
Things I want to do:
Move to IL in 2024
Buy a house.
Buy a car.
Get a trust set up for my daughter
Get new will.
Transfer retirement funds
Try to forget about the people who have wronged me.
While looking for another blog I discovered this old blog of mine. It’s been a minute. 14 years. So much has happened. We were unceremoniously kicked out of our home later in 2007 and I completely forgot about writing. The next 5 years were a mixed bag of navigating E.’s speech and language issues and Jeff leaving Busey( the dog kicking factory) and taking a series of jobs through Manpower and then enrolling in graduate school in 2012. Moved to Normal, IL and navigated junior high and high school. Also, panic attacks and poverty. Jeff was ABD in 2018 and he accepted a job at Temple University in Philadelphia. He graduated in 2019 and is now Dr. Jeff. We did this all while sorting through all the feelings of being let down by family and all the angst of grad school. It’s been a whirlwind, yet was like a heater in hell. Still haven’t forgiven, not sure I can. It’s was a betrayal of trust and now I just can’t trust fully. I bear no ill will. I just can’t trust. Don’t get me wrong, nice people who mean well but I can’t forget what was said and how we were treated. It’s a boulevard of broken dreams.🥸.