We are so close to the end of 2008 I can taste it. This year was so hard on us, so hard on a lot of people I know. Friends facing foreclosures, auto repos, credit card delinquency. It seems like we are going to pull out of this, and I can’t think of any other reason than God putting his arms around us and carrying us through the toughest year I think we have ever had to face as a married couple.
On December 31, 2007 K-hubby was laid off from his job, and sat at home for four months trying to find a way to get back into the workforce, get through his depression, and start making his way again. I feel for any person that has gone through this because he was not the man I married. He was a shell of himself, wandering around the house like a ghost. We had to take money out of his retirement, and it still wasn’t enough. He finally started working again, but it was second shift all the way in South Philly. I never saw him and it was starting to feel like I was raising K-baby on my own. When the stove broke, I had to find a way to fix it. When Cocoa passed away (Cocoa was my cat. Told you it was a bad year), I had to grieve alone, and try not to wake the baby. We fought a flea infestation like I have never seen before. Bills fell further and further behind.
Still, there were small miracles. When I recieved a repo notice for my truck, K-hubby got an extra paycheck. When it seemed like our cards were going to charge off, he got a better job, close to home, with all the overtime he wanted to work. When I thought my truck was going to run out of gas and the small car broke down, the gas prices dropped. When I knew we couldn’t make rent and buy groceries, our landlord let us pay the rent in two checks, broken up through the month. K-baby didn’t get sick. Not once. There were no extra medical bills, besides the stitches and prescriptions that come along with having a heavy equipment mechanic for a husband. When I decided our marriage was over, hubby woke up and is still trying to get back to the man he was.
I guess I need to post this today because things have been getting a little weird around the house. I am terrified that I will open the bank account and it will be overdraft, K-hubby has been really moody, and we are just at each others’ throats right now. I couldn’t figure out why until K-hubby pointed out that we were coming up on the one-year anniversary of our lives being permanently changed, and our Puritan hardworking values being torn down and the hard work that it has taken to build them back up. We lived so many years figuring that if we worked hard and we were honest and direct that we would be the last ones standing. This year has proven to us that there is no such comfort, but it has also shown us that we can still power through the hard times, wallow in shit and come out smelling like a rose.