I finally got my response from the social security office.... drum roll.... a big fat NO! I'm mad, hurt and feel like they want me to fail. All I want is to take care of my girls and myself, but I never know which days I will be able to get out of bed and work an eight hour shift. This isn't the hardest thing that has happened this week, its just the cherry on top. I was keeping my fingers crossed for this one thing, I needed it! That is just about how my life works, get all worked up about something and then it won't happen. A few people have told me to fight it but I don't have the time to wait for them to realize that honestly I can't work. Instead of waiting I am going to push my body and work. Last time I worked for three months and ended up with 20,000 in medical debt. That doesn't seem economical to me. This is one of those lessons, pick yourself up and do it again. I have to find a job. I have to save money. I have to take care of myself.
Me and Daddy Z are no longer together. I moved out due to very personal reasons. I want nothing but the best for him. I do hope he finds someone who isn't as sick as me. Someone who isn't so much work. Someone more like him.