My husband's car got repossessed on Wednesday. We were two months behind because I got called for blood and nail tests and that ate up our monthly budget. We both work long distances from home so we need two cars.
So, the car got repo'd Wednesday.
And my dad was shopping and dropped dead yesterday in the store.
The police showed up to my house to tell me. I cannot believe he's really gone. He was the only family member who never abandoned me. He was my world.
And to top it off, I was called to drug test yesterday. Sobbing hysterically, I called my case manager...and she at least had the heart to wave the drug test.
I just can't take it anymore. Life keeps dropping catastrophic bombs, one after the other, and I just can't take it.
