Good luck, Faruiza. I’m not a praying person, but I send good thoughts your way and I expect that one of these days you will have an update for SDMB, telling us that things are picking up.
We will be married 43 years in May. There have been days when I could have shot him as quick as look at him, but I’ve always loved him. Through thick and thin. And there have been some pretty skinny thins.
I loved that line above: Turn to your husband, don’t turn on him. Those are great words, even for an old-married like me. I think I will tattoo them on the inside of my eyelids.
When my son died I didn’t want to live and tried my best to ruin as much of my life as I could.
Only time got me out. That was a long time ago. I’d still give up my marriage, never see my father or any of my other family again, and kill anyone living adult to get him back.
Oh, Skald. That’s terrible. I imagine that if you wanted to talk about it, maybe you would have, but I can’t help but asking if you would tell us what happened to your son? How old was he?
If it’s none of my business, that’s ok, too. I feel for your loss. It must have been…(Gosh. There’s not really a good word) soul scarring to feel even now that nothing you have left is worth keeping if you could change things. I can’t imagine that kind of hurt.
Update on my crap:
One of the contractors was forced to pay us today. It’s the small one, but it’s something. It’ll hopefully get my Jeep back and my immediate bills paid and my father paid back for the groceries. The union threatened them with a lawsuit if they didn’t cut us a check TODAY. The bitchass AP battleaxe didn’t like the wording on the release. She wasn’t going to pay. The union called her boss and told him in no uncertain terms that they weren’t going to play this shit and they need to pay up. That got it done. Now they’ll begin the same thing with the other contractor. Hopefully with the same results, and we’ll be back on track. Not exactly in GREAT shape, but enough to make our way back. By which I mean that we can start the bidding process again and have our commercial insurance paid up so that we can go back to work if we indeed do win a bid. The only wrinkle in that is that instead of hiring guys out of the hall right away, I have to go into the field full time. It’s backbreaking, but it’s doable, and I’m happy to do it if it means we’ll be ok. Got an appointment with the doc to talk about my insomnia. Things are looking if not up, at least a 45 degree angle. Thanks again for the warmth, folks. It’s appreciated.