|Today looks better.|
To just ask was one of the hardest things I've had to do in a while. And you guys did not let me down.
Thank you. Thank you for your donations, your comments, emails and suggestions. Thank you for showing up here to read my words, to follow the story, to play, to be part of this community.
It really does take a village. So many times I think I'm an island. I'm bloody Ebetha! Except, I'm really not. And I don't want to be.
On behalf of the Goldens, thank you.
See - I'd scheduled our electric payment for the very last minute to make sure that my unemployment money would be there. But I forgot a quarterly payment for my life insurance. It came out of our bank account, leaving us short. Which meant that the electric payment would bounce, triggering our disconnect the next day, a whole mess of reconnect fees, the bounced check fee at the bank....because when you're in the hole, you get punished and punished some more. Not the good kind of punishment with the safe word, but the kind that makes you want to disappear, to just not exist anymore because how is it ever going to get better?
If you live on the edge, you know the feeling. It's like panic with a side order of self-loathing.
"So the electricity won't be shut off?" It was Sophie's first question as she dropped her backpack next to the sofa. I'd had to prep her for the possibility in case she came home while I was out picking up Nate from baseball workouts. I didn't want her to come home and freak out when the lights wouldn't come on.
"Yep, thanks to the blog readers, we got enough donations to pay the bill."
She stared at me. "Wow. That's amazing."
"They are amazing."