Well, well, well. If it isn’t one thing, it’s another. Let me just tell you how things are going on the home front.
I know, right? This girl just can’t catch a break. My brand new car will never be brand new. Look on the bright side, you say? Screw your bright side. I’m still in stage one of grief over a lot of things here.
First off, not being able to think about anything when you’re away from your home other than that you may be getting robbed is horrible. Now, to drive your car and think about getting rear-ended all the time AND think about getting robbed is enough to make you go crazy with what-if’s. Things are tense at the moment.
Then, start thinking about the amount of time we’ve spent calling insurance companies, memorizing the names of claims adjusters and account numbers and try to make all of this happen, all while trying not to yell and scream about how unfair it all feels.
^^ How I feel about pretty much everything.
I know what you’re thinking. It could be worse.
Can’t it always be worse? Just by stating that you’re alive and not dead makes you think it can always be worse, but listening to others say that or trying to tell yourself that simple fact is not what I want to hear or think right now. Yes, it could be worse, but does that mean I’m not allowed to be upset about the situations at hand? I’m not saying I want to be upset or frustrated, but saying it could be worse isn’t a solution. Not even a bandaid.
So I choose this blog space to air out my problems because maybe if I talk about it I’ll get it out of my system and start to ignore the issues that are clawing at my skin.
It hasn’t worked yet.
People say it could be worse because they don’t know what else to say. They’re just as stunned as I am. It’s ok, I get it. You don’t have to offer any words of wisdom (but if you have them, real words of wisdom, I’ll take em). I’d rather the police catch the people who broke into my home and put them in jail, punish the woman who hit my car with high insurance rates, and deliver my new couch with all of the components instead of delivering torn, incomplete pieces (don’t even get me started on this crap).
And to give credit where appropriate, people have been very generous and helpful to me throughout this process. People can be trusting, loving and caring. I just want to see justice where it is due.
In the mean time, I’ll be over here, making up recipes and posting them on this blog. Going to work. Playing with my pups. Loving everything else with my boyfriend. Trying not to be a hater.