I QUIT

I'm tired of fighting this never ending battle.

I hurt. Walking, standing, yard work, painting walls, washing dishes, doing laundry, carrying heavy groceries, it's always the same.

Fighting through the cluttered/filthy house, mowing a yard over grown with weeds. Trying to "down-size" our possessions so we can move to a place we can afford.

I need to end this circle, over and over and over but it never ends.

If I do nothing then nothing gets done. I hate this. I'm tired, I hope Tommie never comes. The I'll never again have to force myself to try.

Today we received a bill for Matt's dad's home dialysis supplies. One month = $11,000. Where is the world am I going to come up with that kind of money.

Oh well, tomorrow is another day, right.