Hi Cindy,
Don't feel bad about how you are feeling. You are not pathetic at all. Gosh I was feeling so sorry for myself today, that I thought I needed an outlit, so I came back here. After reading what you are going through I realize things could definitely be worse. I posted a while ago about my husband being diagnosed with terminal cancer.
We went from thinking that his medications needed to be changed for his high blood pressure, to, "you have 3 to 6 months to live" in a matter of a couple of weeks. I was and am very crushed.
It turns out that he has lung cancer that has traveled to the brain. He went through some radiation and got extremely ill. They put him in the hospital for seven days and sent him home to be on hospice. He was diagnosed on Dec. 12th. So right before Christmas.
On top of that my daughter was getting married. on December 26th. She wanted her dad to walk her down the isle so we went along with it. So in the mist of this happening with my husband I throw a wedding for my daughter. My husband was so ill, he doesn't even remember walking her down the isle.
Her thanks for this is, two weeks after her marriage she decides she doesn't want to be married any longer and takes off. She was supposed to be the one that would stay here with her dad, while I went to work. I have had lots of problems with her in the past. But I really thought she was straightening out. I guess not. I think she is on drugs and that is just more important that anything or anyone else.
I have too much on my plate with my husband to deal with her right now. I go through a lot of guilt about that, but I just can't help it. I am so angry with her. I don't understand how she can just up and go and not care about what is going on. I have decided to not stop her from talking to her dad if he wants her too. That can't be my decision. But I just can't trust her anymore and am done for now.
I told her if she decides to get help, get off the drugs and wants to do family couseling I will be there. Other than that, I want nothing to do with her. Am I wrong? I really don't know, but it is all I can do. I have no idea why I am telling you all this, I guess I just need to vent.
Today I found out that my tax perparer sent out my taxes without my signature. And I talked to another tax person and she said that it was done wrong. He says I owe $1800.00 to the federal. The other lady said I only owed approx. $900.00 to federal. I called IRS and then said I have to get a lawyer if I want to fight it. I just don't have anymore fight left in me. So I guess I will just pay the taxes. Because the last thing in the world I want to do right now is to fight with the IRS. I just feel like nothing is going right in my life.
My husband is doing ok considering. He is much stronger now that the radiation treatments have stopped. He does get confused and I will never let him give me directions again. He had me going in circles the other day. I have always counted on him to make sure that I didn't get lost. Well he just can't do that anymore.
He asked me all the time when he can drive again and when he can go back to work. He gets very confused about the time of day. He has a heck of a time with the tv and getting it to a channell he wants. Other than that, for now it is just confusion, and very little pain. I am gratefull for that.
I have to work so I can't be here with him. I know that is what he wants the most. But it is my insurance that is paying for the hospice, so I don't have too much choice in the matter. I have a neighbor who checks on him on and off all day and I call him all day and drive him crazy. LOL
Good grief this is a little long winded, isn't it. You guys were all so nice that last time I came here, I thought it would make me feel better if I found you again and just vented.
When I read what other people are going through I realize that life is really tough for a lot of people and I am not alone. Makes me feel less sorry for myself. So Cindy SEE you are not pathetic at all. You have so much on your plate and you deserve to vent and think about yourself once in awhile. I think we all need big buckets for the tears.
Thanks again for letting me vent, Terri O.