WishingWell
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A lot of you know some things about me. If you don’t, I am a 56 year old female, divorced (and then my ex-husband passed away) and still believe I love him. I never had kids. I live alone in an apartment, since my Mom passed away a little over two years ago, in a relative’s home. It’s rough because I have no kitchen sink or stove. My Family considers me “extended family” since if I had a husband and kids, THAT would be my Family. Therefore, I am not included in much of anything they do. My door to the apartment always bears one of these signs: “We may be busy, KNOCK, and if we don't answer, try later.” OR “Come in, we are out or not busy.”
I have no friends in the entire town. The block is a dead end and there is no one that I have approached that even seems to want to talk.
I don’t drive, and am on disability for 27 years, so I couldn’t afford a car anyway. There is nothing in walking distance and no buses. This little suburban town doesn’t even have a Taxi service! The town next to it does, but told me it would cost $40 each way for them to take me anywhere in this town and $40 back. Being on disability income, that’s a bit steep, wouldn’t you say?
I do okay, and then I don’t. I pray, I cry, I call long-distance Friends, and I do crafts.
Sometimes, though I think I may go out of my mind.
What do you do to get you out of that “feeling sorry for myself” and “I can’t take it anymore” mode?
I’d appreciate your suggestions. Thank you so much to anyone who is kind enough to reply!
I have no friends in the entire town. The block is a dead end and there is no one that I have approached that even seems to want to talk.
I don’t drive, and am on disability for 27 years, so I couldn’t afford a car anyway. There is nothing in walking distance and no buses. This little suburban town doesn’t even have a Taxi service! The town next to it does, but told me it would cost $40 each way for them to take me anywhere in this town and $40 back. Being on disability income, that’s a bit steep, wouldn’t you say?
I do okay, and then I don’t. I pray, I cry, I call long-distance Friends, and I do crafts.
Sometimes, though I think I may go out of my mind.
What do you do to get you out of that “feeling sorry for myself” and “I can’t take it anymore” mode?
I’d appreciate your suggestions. Thank you so much to anyone who is kind enough to reply!