It’s easy to complain, heck it’s even easy to survive when that’s who you are and what you do, but it is hard as hell to stop thinking and plotting until the situations resolved or passes.
It’s an internal battle right now, 1:30 AM, trying to resolve my situation without crossing into the grey or shadows. God is it hard, but my son needs me to do this, no crossing over, and that is all that matters.
Life goes on. What matters is how we go on and that we get through it together. No car, no house…it’s only temporary; my example is permanent.