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At the present time I'm about 40-50 cents away from bus fare, and things may be looking up soon. Maybe.
Fiance has applied and taken a test for a promotion which would mean an extra $4 per hour, and has secured (permanently, if he gets the promotion) a car from a friend due to a combo of the sister taking the other car out and it breaking down and oil problems and such.
Her bright idea was to get a loan on the "broken" car and let it go. Naturally to get her things out of the pawn shop and such. Makes sense until you remember, she likes to go places and often leaves Al to find his own way to work, or back home.
Al's fighting this and for now the "broken" car is sitting outside, until such time as we can get the tires and oil and inspection fixed.
She fits all the measures of an abuser and told me some ominous words the other day, "She (her mother) will never drive again." Currently the mother is doing light yoga while I watch the toddler, so she will be able to drive (lack of leg strength). At least until Al gets HIS license.
It feels like a pirate ship around here, quite honestly, with mutiny in the works.
Not to say that I am not preparing for leaving, because I am.
Just yesterday, her latest doofus was dropped off at the Salvation Army. Looked nice to me, felt cool, and they had an open thing of bread (and cake for some reason) that was out of date, but still looked good.
Less than a month to go until my classes start, too. Al's promised (and I believe him) to buy me a monthly bus pass should he get this promotion, which would help if the Sister decides to be vindictive.
I just don't get her. She hates when anyone else gets anything but won't work to get them herself, won't stop going on about having to give up HER things, NEEDS a man around, and is eagerly trying to mark the new car (her "dream" car) as hers.
And whenever I bring that last one up, Al always says, "That's a great big plate of nope."
And lastly, I pulled a tarot card or two out the other day and one that struck me was the Four of Swords, which tells me I'm being calm in the face of danger. Waiting.
Thanks for listening to THAT ramble.
Fiance has applied and taken a test for a promotion which would mean an extra $4 per hour, and has secured (permanently, if he gets the promotion) a car from a friend due to a combo of the sister taking the other car out and it breaking down and oil problems and such.
Her bright idea was to get a loan on the "broken" car and let it go. Naturally to get her things out of the pawn shop and such. Makes sense until you remember, she likes to go places and often leaves Al to find his own way to work, or back home.
Al's fighting this and for now the "broken" car is sitting outside, until such time as we can get the tires and oil and inspection fixed.
She fits all the measures of an abuser and told me some ominous words the other day, "She (her mother) will never drive again." Currently the mother is doing light yoga while I watch the toddler, so she will be able to drive (lack of leg strength). At least until Al gets HIS license.
It feels like a pirate ship around here, quite honestly, with mutiny in the works.
Not to say that I am not preparing for leaving, because I am.
Just yesterday, her latest doofus was dropped off at the Salvation Army. Looked nice to me, felt cool, and they had an open thing of bread (and cake for some reason) that was out of date, but still looked good.
Less than a month to go until my classes start, too. Al's promised (and I believe him) to buy me a monthly bus pass should he get this promotion, which would help if the Sister decides to be vindictive.
I just don't get her. She hates when anyone else gets anything but won't work to get them herself, won't stop going on about having to give up HER things, NEEDS a man around, and is eagerly trying to mark the new car (her "dream" car) as hers.
And whenever I bring that last one up, Al always says, "That's a great big plate of nope."
And lastly, I pulled a tarot card or two out the other day and one that struck me was the Four of Swords, which tells me I'm being calm in the face of danger. Waiting.
Thanks for listening to THAT ramble.
First time in my life I've flunked out of a program so yeah, it was a bit nerve-wracking. The only thing that made me able to go through with it was ... there was no way I could sustain a lie for any length of time, especially as I'd have to explain at some point why I was in school for a THIRD year, LOL. (Pharm. Tech. was two years and so is my current program.) He wasn't fazed, just reminding me that I really have to leave school someday and get back into the workforce ...
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