I know I had to do what was right...

[robbdebbie]

There was an article posted the other day on Fox news about a lady giving birth after a tubal. Maybe they would pay for a story from you or something that might help. Having two babies after a tubal.

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,575701,00.html

 

[ranchhand]

The National Enquirer might pay too, in case of 2 babies arriving healthy after a tubal ligation. Perhaps you could get some money that way? I realize it's not an ideal solution, but it might be some quick cash.

 

[Bettacreek]

What you need to do is hit up a psychiatrist and have him test you out for bi-polar disorder. I myself am bi-polar, and many of the issues are hitting home... I've been through them. Unfortunately, living with someone who doesn't help YOU isn't the best. My ex-husband was terrible, he wouldn't help with anything around the house, so it just "festered" and overwhelmed me to the point that nothing could motivate me, not even manic or normal phases. Now, I'm still bad, I still go in phases, but, I have the boyfriend who picks up my slack when I need his help. It makes a world of a difference, because then when I come into a "good" mood, the clutter and junk from the past three or four months doesn't drag me down. I also had a TON of animals (at least 20 fish tanks, though not all were set up, a few snakes, coturnix quail, button quail, chooks, a cat and whatever else I forgot to mention). There were times that we had to juggle bills (quite often actually), and times that we were threatened with shut-off notices. We were lucky enough to never have the power actually cut off, and extremely lucky that I was a bulk buyer, purchasing two boxes of diapers and two boxes of wipes, 40lbs of chicken, etc, etc when we had money. That's what pulled us through, then I finally decided to cut my losses and leave the husband. Anyways, moral of the story: It definately sounds like you may have bi-polar. I'd get it checked out. You can get disability if you have it. It's not an easy (disability, illness, disease?!) to live with.

 

[snowydiamonds]

People deal with things the way they want to and many times it will not be as others think it should be done and the other thing is: they are not going to change. I learned this the hard way.

I was the eldest child in the family and raised to stay on a schedule, cleanilness is next to godliness and appearances are everything! My mother had me brush her linoleum on weekends with a toothbrush and comet, then wash that up with water by rag, not mop. I cooked breakfast, washed the dishes, got the two younger kids bundled up and escorted them to school and then got myself to school. I ran home at lunchtime, made lunch, fed the two younger kids and ensured they were out the door headed back to school on time while I washed those dishes and headed back to school myself. After school, I had homework, washed dishes from the dinner Mom made and if there was time, I asked politely if I may go out for a bit with close friends. I had a curfew, I had chores, my younger siblings had chores and schedules, we were raised to be polite. We had meals at the kitchen table and sat down together and prayed. We never left the table without finishing our meal and using table manners, excused ourselves or asked to be excused, took our eating utensils with us when leaving the table and neatly stacked them at the sink. We washed, rinsed and dried the dishes together. Dirty utensils, dirty laundry, had a place and a time and never was allowed to sit and wait. Our phone calls were limited, we did not sit at a computer, at the phone or lay around while anything piled up. After all chores were done on/as scheduled, then we had free time to read a book, take toys out to play (and we put our toys away, too, when play time was over) or have family time. Mom worked 8-5 Monday thru Friday, my father was irresponsible so she divorced him and remarried a working man. Our Friday night was a fun family time when everything was done at the end of the day, Grandma would make hot chocolate and popcorn (the old fashioned way) and Mom's husband would get out his guitar, Grandpa would get out his accordian and they'd provide the music and we'd dance and sing. Sometimes we would also play old family movies by "reel" and yes, in those days, we had honey buckets, in an outhouse. We had old fashioned lanterns and a generator for electricity. We worked hard and had the essentials, we were clean, we each had three clean, neat, matching outfits, a pair of boots, a pair of shoes. A dog, and a parakeet were our only "extras."

The reason I say I learned something the hard way is because I met a younger woman when computers were coming into being, at a class to learn about using computer technology. She was pregnant and had one toddler already. Her lazy husband was in jail. She was fainting at class. I became friends w/her and tried to teach her how to become a responsible parent by following in some manner how I was raised/taught since I already had three sons and was handling everything as a single parent as well as expected. We never had excess. we had what we needed and I thought I could help her improve things since she had no family or friends to help.

Through a timeframe of about ten years of friendship with this younger woman, her one comment and constant comment was always: "I just need a break! I just need to get away from my kids!" And she did divorce her husband after their child was born and remarry, only to have four more children. She never had the children learn manners nor do chores. Whenever she complained about needing a break, which was often and daily, I'd tell her: "You brought these children into the world and now its time to teach them how to handle life, you'll get a break when you're dead and buried." Well, I think often now about that because she died young of (picky) cancer.

This certain young woman taught our small town ladies, young and old, something we were never taught. We were raised frugally, with comon sense, always prepared to weather hard times without asking for help unless it was truly an emergency. What we learned from her was how to be less frugal. We constantly heard her commenting on how she needed more money, demanding more money from her husband and she'd spend it on "things" that were not needed to survive. Aquariums, ant farms, snakes and plants... unheard of in Alaska! We were shocked and spoke of it often! Then came the latte' drinks, she and her husband argued loudly and often, his parents often arguing for comon sense from her to rein herself and her excessive ways to not go for broke and spend their life savings, their income foolishly. All to no avail, she lived fast and frightfully like the rich and famous and died young.

Her children, six of them were not prepared to face life without their mother and never prepared to have comon sense, they are now struggling in life. Two son's in and out of jail. The girls seem to be doing better than the boys but have to work, between school and homework. The husband remarried a woman who has no feelings for the children nor patience.

In life there is a balance, when that balance is upset, there is usually too much of this and too little of that. Each person usually and daily looks at how everything is or is not balancing out and what changes need to ocurr to ensure a good balance, a daily balance, a weekly balance, a monthly balance, what can be done next year so it will be easier and better than last year. What can we afford, how will it and what changes will happen or must happen if something is added or taken away? Comon sense must prevail in order to achieve a good balance and happy endings, especially at the end of every day. What are you, what are we...teaching our children and grandchildren?

 

[DuckLady]

Closed at the OP's request