Sunday, June 30, 2019

Fuck, fuck, fuck

That has been the refrain in my head for the last few days.  I'm depressed.  Being trapped at home with no money and a car that needs repairs is not fun.  I'm taking the car to the garage tomorrow.  Using a credit card to pay for it.  Once I get my Social security and my first paycheck from work, things will be looking better.  I still have to work out my budget for the month, but I should have a little extra to get out and do things!  I can get a fishing pole and a license and take my kayak out.  Go do some camping and exploring.  
My niece is still be a judgmental bitch, so let her.  I'm not apologizing, I don't owe her anything.  I have a right to make decisions in my life, if I'm not dancing to her tune and she is pissed, oh well.
I am going to get off my ass and go to the grocery store.  I don't want to, but I need something for dinner.  I don't think I can handle more of my homemade hamburger helper.  I'm not a fan of ground beef to begin with, unless it is meatloaf or meatballs.  One of the things about my depression is that I would rather go without than have to go to the store.  I have food, but I guess I'm just tired of having to eat, if that makes any sense. 

Sunday, June 23, 2019

Issues

I have a tendency to say yes to things without really thinking it through and because I want to be nice.  
So anyhow, there is a family friend who I dated briefly a very long time ago.  He has mental issues and is considered disabled.  Recently he was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer.  I wanted to show him support so I have visited him and talked to him online.  He likes to say love you, so I said it back, as a friend. 
So the other day, he found out that I might be camping with my niece and he asked if he could sleep with me.  I thought he meant in the camper, but he literally wanted to sleep in the same bed with me, just to cuddle.  I was thinking at first that it might be nice for him because he is very sick and might like a little affection.  I said yes, but then the more I thought about it, knowing his history and ways, I told him I changed my mind because I felt uncomfortable about it.  He didn't take that well, saying, "but it's me".  I told him that I have learned that I need to say no and stand up for myself if things don't feel right, so it's no.  
He copped an attitude.  So then yesterday, every time I posted something online, he would leave some snarky comment about how I made him feel uncomfortable and how I said "I loved him" etc... 
I responded in a brief way and kept it simple.  He kept it up and was commenting on everything I posted.  My online friends were starting to notice, so I deleted his comments.  They kept continuing so I just blocked him.  
I feel a little guilty, I guess in a way because maybe I should be feeling sorry for him because he has cancer and is going through treatment, but then I thought, that is no excuse for bad behavior.  When I had cancer and was going through treatment I didn't act like that.  So, if he wants to label me as a bitch, so be it.  I don't owe him anything.

Friday, June 21, 2019

Back to Square one!

Back to square one... that is where I am.  I feel like the last few months have been an exercise in futility.  I do have to say however, that I have learned a couple good lessons!
Don't trust Rich again and be thankful for what you have.  
I went to another Workaway, this time to Little Valley, NY to work at a horse ranch.  For the most part I liked it, but the work was exhausting and not shared equally.  I was responsible for all the feeding and cleaning of stalls, alone.  The man there was a nitpicker and was quick to blame me for things he felt were wrong.  One time, he wasn't happy with the way a gate was shut after a horse was put up.  He was lecturing me on the "right way" to close that gate until I told him that I wasn't the one who put that horse away and I knew how to close the gate.  He didn't even apologize.  I only stayed two weeks and that was more than I could handle.  Smashed my hand pretty good in a stall door too! 


Well, after I came home, I realized that Rich had moved out.  He said he had a job in Glens Falls.  I never heard a peep from him after that even though I messaged him about mail he has here, etc..  took me a couple weeks to find out that he had moved back in with his "mistress".  So after all I did for him, he just takes off without even a thanks for everything, see ya later.  Fuck him, never again.  If I found him on the street in a leaky cardboard box, I wouldn't even give him a new box.  He is nothing but a user and a loser.
I ended up going back to work at Home Instead.  I need work done on my car, brakes and probably more.  
I really don't want to spend another winter in this house, but if I sell it now, I can't work and live out of my car, I would have to start traveling.  Well, technically I could, but up here it isn't very practical and when winter comes, it would be too cold.