At this point, I figure our best bet is to just walk away and live in Hubby's truck.
Except we wouldn't get very far since, apparently, the transmission died today.
Immediately after I had to have the brakes done on my car - to the tune of $400. $400 that we don't have, mind you. And when I say, "had to have" I MEAN "had to have" as there is no real mass transit system here. So it was either new brakes and having a way to work or no brakes and causing mayhem and possible death.
The cost of replacing the transmission? Definitely more than the truck is worth. Most likely more than the truck, my car and Man-Child's car is worth.
This news was given to me just as I had reached the sorry conclusion that there is no way I can attend the wedding of my oldest and dearest friend's son back home in July. I have held on to that invitation in hopes of a miracle happening. A miracle that is obviously never going to make an appearance.
Coming to that conclusion was heartbreaking enough. Now this.
I know I should be grateful for what we do have.....each other. Our (relatively) good health. My job. And on and on and on.
But to be honest? It's hard to remain grateful when (seemingly) day after day you are struck with something else.
EVERY. DAMN. DAY.
For over two years now, it seems like every day it's something else. I've tried being grateful. I've tried being cheerful. I've tried everything I can possibly think of and still it doesn't stop.
So that's it. I'm done.
And when "they" ask - just be sure to tell them that it was the f*&#ing transmission that sent me over the edge.
In the meantime, I'll just sit over here and wait for that piano to fall on my head......I mean come on, after everything else, that is what is bound to happen next....right?