Not since last year, have I posted.
Reason #1: My laptop’s wi-fi suddenly decided to stop working. I can’t even take it to a coffee shop without an ethernet cable. I would use a public computer, like at the library but I haven’t been able to make time to do that.
Reason #2: My cable/ internet provider has shut me off due to an inability to pay. My significant other has been out of a steady job since October and, well, I’m breaking my back to just make enough for what we absolutely need. The add to our dilemma, his unemployment got turned off in December, and he just found out that his license is suspended.
Reason #3: I have discovered that certain individuals are reading my blog, whom I do not want to give the satisfaction of knowing that I am struggling. However, not long ago, they cut ties completely, so I’m thinking it’s safe now. Frankly, though, I’m not sure if I care anymore what they know or think.
Reason #4: Deciding what to write about is a pain in the ass sometimes.
I am writing via my phone, thanks to a nifty andriod app. My phone is my only internet connection I have anymore. I need to have my computer fixed or buy a new one, either way, it’s gonna cost me.
Getting my man back on his feet is the first order of business. He was a half-admitted wreck when I met him but at least he had an income and a vehicle that worked. I am getting quite annoyed with the people that say it’s shit and I shouldn’t help him but the fact is that he would do the same for me without thinking twice. What pisses me off the most is that if he were the female in the relationship and I was the man, hardly anyone would see a problem with this.
Well, the license is one headache because it’s for freaking Iowa. He’s gotta call up the DMV there and find out how much he owes and find a way to pay it back so that he can get a license for here, which he doesn’t want to do. He’s been back in Jersey for over two years and has been hanging onto that Iowa license, along with a ton of baggage that’s attached why he has it and why he’s back here. I can’t blame him entirely but there comes a time to move forward and take the baby clothes to Good Will.
