I have been maintaining a radio silence for about a year now.
Well, actually…..for over a year.
Time flies when you are in the middle of…... ARGHHHHHHHHHHH*&
I am a long time Dkos member who used to be pretty active here and then my life fell apart. Health, marriage. Home.
I wrote a couple posts on here and a lot of people jumped into that abyss with me and offered me support in many flavours.
SO. I wasn’t just telling stories. I was in a panic, I think a justified one.
One lady on here came to my rescue and organized fundraisers on the community fundraiser page. She is no longer allowed on here, and I know many of you ALSO miss her. The Dkos admins made a massive mistake, and they have hurt someone terribly for reasons they have never really explained. (Nope. Not interested in hearing the usual creepy defense of the admins from the peanut gallery) Their decision has harmed this whole community, and I roll my eyes when they say how important the dkos community is to them on the front page.
I am just here to tell you how she helped me, and my little family. How many of you helped my family when we so desperately needed it.
I have made a leap of faith. A gamble that is appearing to pay off.
My house sold in Oct of 2017. I had to be out by the 17 of November. It costs money to do anything, but I managed to get the money for the house 8 days before the actual possession date.
I sold, gave away. Threw away….I rented a storage locker and stored some things like my Grannies buffet. It isn't worth a thing to anyone but me. At the end of the day, my exes hoard alone, was about 30 truckloads, and he never lifted a finger to help.
There is nothing to rent on the Sunshine Coast of British Columbia, Canada, especially on short SHORT notice, so I bought a massive RV. Instant housing for three girls, a border collie and a big black cat.
I make my decisions on the ground while running.
In January, I applied for jobs that I can handle with a bum leg and a lot of responsibilities. No responses. I kept working at my grocery cashier job for three days a week. BTW, I have never been treated so well as I was at that job. I just couldn’t handle it physically, and I am in a lot of pain. Ill throw in that I also have three autoimmune (Chrohns, Diverticulities, Fibromuscular dysplasia) diseases which are affected by stress. I miss a lot of work.
In March we all decided that the RV was too horrible to live in. Damp. Cramped. You would think that in a small space that it would be easy to keep track of stuff…... Let me tell you about the RV vortex; it sucks up important papers, socks, cell phones…….Some things reappear…..Some I have never seen again.
We had mice getting under the bathtub and then into the kitchen cupboards.
I also decided to take on the monumental task of setting up some safety nets in case of…..My implosion?
The disability tax credit in Canada. All of my various things got me approved. This is a help so that my income tax bracket shifted. I do not make enough to pay income taxes now. WHOOP!
I applied for a persons with disabilities designation for my province. 68 phone calls. They closed my file by mistake. I spent over 60 hours getting the paperwork, applying, checking up on…..Finally approved. Dental! Some assistance if I can’t work.
Revenue Canada decided to “investigate” whether I was reeeeeaaaaaaaalllly separated from the guy who caused all of this heartache. I drowned them in paperwork; letters, bills…..Anything my little blonde brain came up with.
I won.
I started applying for jobs in the city. A ferry ride away. Third try lucky! I was hired at a professional job. Its sales, but it is sitting. Standing. NO LIFTING! Whoop!
So, I commuted for a month and worked at the new job part time. I worked at the grocery store for one day a week so that I could pay for a room for two nights in the city. New Job went full time in July. Sold the RV, and here we are. My little country mice are in the big city.
September 1st. I have full time benefits. Dental. Prescriptions. (Chrohns meds are $500 a month) Sick days. LIFE INSURANCE. I looked at the papers telling me what it all means, and just burst out crying. I cannot tell you how much it means to me.
We still have kinks to work out. Our upstairs neighbour is a shallow vapid thing that thinks my girls need to hear her problems and fights with her equally vapid boyfriend constantly. Looking for another place.
Trying to get my girls into a school while their mentally ill father Ponders signing a parenting agreement. I am getting myself geared up to go to court and just get sole custody as the default.
Time and money.
Ill do it if I have to.
The mantras that have gotten me through all of this?
I am a force of nature. I can move mountains. I’m not taking anymore Shit from anyone.
To all of you who helped us so much last year? THANK YOU. THANK YOU, thank you.
I think you made a very good bet. I will not let you down.
bfitzinAR, I miss you. Thank you. You deserve so much better than the Dkos letterheads have shown you.
Lastly. I miss my broken down yellow house on the hill. I have not looked at it since the day we left. Not even a glance. I no longer have to drive past it every day which is easier. But yanno. I think this is a heartache that will always be with all of us.
Peace.