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I woke up at 8:30 this morning. Same time exacty as a month ago. I just kept trying to go bad to sleep and then the phone started ringing off the hook and I got to the point I couldn't ignore it any longer.
Nothing is done around here. No new grow out coop, feeders and waterers.
Yesterday should have been my son Dakotah's first day of school and they didn't have room in the school he's been so excited about. They're trying to find him space, but it's in the city next to ours and he's been on an inter-district transfer since we moved here. We were working on buying a house not far from the school and I don't have the means to buy it now. He doesn't want to go to the school in our district and I don't blame him. He never just goes out doors around here. The kids his age toss on their red T-shirts the minute they get home and houses are hit by one gang from another. He doesn't want to get hit in the cross fire. Bill was a special stepdad. He wasn't ever close to his own kids which really bothered me. Only one really even knew him. I've always felt bad about not knowing his kids and giving them the chance to find out if I was concidered the evil stepmother or not. He spent so much time with Dakotah and our 4 yr old granddaughter Makayla and he was everything to them, but his own don't even know him and how wonderful he really was.
Bill hated talkiing about certain times in his life. He used to just say that I wouldn't have liked him and he was affraid I'd hate him if he told me. I can't imagine what would have changed my feeling for him unless they would violent or dangerous. He said he used to drink all the time and he was obnoxious and didn't care about anything or anyone. Not the Bill we all knew at all, but others did. He went and got help and they told him he was self medicating. He quit drinking. He walked away from everything and became our Bill. The one everyone know here and the one everyone told me was the perfect man for me. I really wish I had listened to people sooner. He always felt guilty about not keeping in contact, but although he was never affraid of anything, it scared him to try to contact his own kids. But man was he special when it came to all of my kids and the grandkids. My 17 year old granddaughter misses her talks with grandpa. She said she could talk to him about anything and she doesn't have anyone who can just listen and help her decide what she needs to do with some things he helped her with.
Everyoone loved this Bill. OK not the ones who he didn't put up with so much, but almost everyone he met and spent time with is crushed right now. I've been razed over the years for taking him away from everyone else. His friends always asked what I did to get him to want to be around me all the time and not hang out with them. I wish I knew. We spent almost all over our time together. There were so few times we spent apart it's just so hard that he's not here now.
I'm trying to just come in here and post on this thread once in a while and read along with my chicken family to see what all of you are doing. Trying to find my mind that I'm losing. This kind of helps me get some things out that I have no one to say them to and then I go cry until one of the kids finds me. Makayla says I scare her when I cry. Dakotah is already an emotional wreak and he checks on me when he hears me, but he has no idea what to do for me. He shouldn't have too. This house is so small there is too little space to just go and hide and let it all out. I need to go someplace and scream, but I always have Makayla with me, so that's out until my daughter gets back from out of state.
I'm sitting here texting info to my oldest daughter right now. She's getting burial insurance on me. Poor daughters took care of everything and they shouldn't have had too. Now they're making sure mom is covered when I go.
I got some money I forgot about. I knew there was a little money coming from my dad, but didn't know when the estate would be taken care of. If Bill had still been here I would have bought him a gift with this money. I got him so little compared to what he got for me and all the kids. Now I'm using it to cover the next couple of months rent instead. Still nothing and not looking good from Social Security. VA drags it's heels for everyone, so who knows how long until they tell me for sure that we get nothing. I want to leave this house and find a place for the kids and the animals. Something I can figure out how to buy without Bill's help. Tried before I met him and it didn't happen and was just happening for us now. I keep having to go out and take care of things and it's getting harder and harder to do it. I get sick to me stomach and find myself wondering why he doesn't answer the phone when I call or if he's alright. The truth really does hurt. I try to get him to visit my dreams, but if he does I don't remember. I don't hink I dream anymore. I know my life dreams are crushed and gone, but I really don't want to give up. I just can't seem to go on. The what if's are driving me crazy. I'm trying to remember what my brother told me about the What If's when I first talked to him after all this happened. I only found my dad 9 years ago, so haven't gotten to know me brothers and sisters since they're far away and always busy. Marlin seems to be the one I've gotten closest too. He lost his wife years ago in a car accident. He said not to even use the What If's because they're excuses and excuses are worthless. It helped when he said it and the first day after, but I have too many. Like what if Bill had let me take him to the hospital on the 4th of July and they had caught that he had a heart desease? Would he be here if he was on medication? I think he would. My SIL is on them and he's here and working and helping my daughter take care of their brood, so I know he would have been with me still. I hate that he didn't bother to seek help when he felt sick. He went to nursing school at Penn State for crying out load. He got us taken care of when it was us, but not him and he was the backbone to this outfit. He was too important to not be a part of all this and all of the lives he touched. I feel like he abandoned us sometimes. Maybe we weren't worth fighting for in the end. I just don't know. Actually I do know. Bill hated bein sick. Between the pain in his body he had to deal with the PTSD problems and he was always tired. Maybe if he had found out about the heart problems it would have been to much for him, but then again I don't think so. I thinnk he would have fought to be with me. He said he never felt loved until we met and I always knew how he felt. We were so much alike but so different at the same time. If he was here things would get done. I just can't get it together enough to get things done and it bothers me. Even sitting and thinking about it I know what to do, what needs to be done, and how to do it, but I can't get myself to move. I did work a little on the backyard yesterday. I also went out with one of my daughters and looked at cars. It's 60 bucks to go visit Bill and I want to be able to afford to do it, so looking for something that I can afford to fill a gas tank. Problem is I can't afford anything that's going to do that for me. I did see the car we were going to buy, but will never have that now. Oh well. I'd rather have Bill than that stupid car anyway. I'd rather have him than anything else.
Ok I was only going to write about half of all this, so I'm going to stop. Time to try to get our lives moving and call the school again. I need Dakotah to get some normality going. Just hope they get him in, so he's with people he knows and doesn't have to start over somewhere else right now. He needs to have someone to talk to besides us and he doesn't have contact with his friends away from school, so I need to get him back with them, so he can have a small support team at least.
Thanks for all the support. Love you all.
Nothing is done around here. No new grow out coop, feeders and waterers.
Yesterday should have been my son Dakotah's first day of school and they didn't have room in the school he's been so excited about. They're trying to find him space, but it's in the city next to ours and he's been on an inter-district transfer since we moved here. We were working on buying a house not far from the school and I don't have the means to buy it now. He doesn't want to go to the school in our district and I don't blame him. He never just goes out doors around here. The kids his age toss on their red T-shirts the minute they get home and houses are hit by one gang from another. He doesn't want to get hit in the cross fire. Bill was a special stepdad. He wasn't ever close to his own kids which really bothered me. Only one really even knew him. I've always felt bad about not knowing his kids and giving them the chance to find out if I was concidered the evil stepmother or not. He spent so much time with Dakotah and our 4 yr old granddaughter Makayla and he was everything to them, but his own don't even know him and how wonderful he really was.
Bill hated talkiing about certain times in his life. He used to just say that I wouldn't have liked him and he was affraid I'd hate him if he told me. I can't imagine what would have changed my feeling for him unless they would violent or dangerous. He said he used to drink all the time and he was obnoxious and didn't care about anything or anyone. Not the Bill we all knew at all, but others did. He went and got help and they told him he was self medicating. He quit drinking. He walked away from everything and became our Bill. The one everyone know here and the one everyone told me was the perfect man for me. I really wish I had listened to people sooner. He always felt guilty about not keeping in contact, but although he was never affraid of anything, it scared him to try to contact his own kids. But man was he special when it came to all of my kids and the grandkids. My 17 year old granddaughter misses her talks with grandpa. She said she could talk to him about anything and she doesn't have anyone who can just listen and help her decide what she needs to do with some things he helped her with.
Everyoone loved this Bill. OK not the ones who he didn't put up with so much, but almost everyone he met and spent time with is crushed right now. I've been razed over the years for taking him away from everyone else. His friends always asked what I did to get him to want to be around me all the time and not hang out with them. I wish I knew. We spent almost all over our time together. There were so few times we spent apart it's just so hard that he's not here now.
I'm trying to just come in here and post on this thread once in a while and read along with my chicken family to see what all of you are doing. Trying to find my mind that I'm losing. This kind of helps me get some things out that I have no one to say them to and then I go cry until one of the kids finds me. Makayla says I scare her when I cry. Dakotah is already an emotional wreak and he checks on me when he hears me, but he has no idea what to do for me. He shouldn't have too. This house is so small there is too little space to just go and hide and let it all out. I need to go someplace and scream, but I always have Makayla with me, so that's out until my daughter gets back from out of state.
I'm sitting here texting info to my oldest daughter right now. She's getting burial insurance on me. Poor daughters took care of everything and they shouldn't have had too. Now they're making sure mom is covered when I go.
I got some money I forgot about. I knew there was a little money coming from my dad, but didn't know when the estate would be taken care of. If Bill had still been here I would have bought him a gift with this money. I got him so little compared to what he got for me and all the kids. Now I'm using it to cover the next couple of months rent instead. Still nothing and not looking good from Social Security. VA drags it's heels for everyone, so who knows how long until they tell me for sure that we get nothing. I want to leave this house and find a place for the kids and the animals. Something I can figure out how to buy without Bill's help. Tried before I met him and it didn't happen and was just happening for us now. I keep having to go out and take care of things and it's getting harder and harder to do it. I get sick to me stomach and find myself wondering why he doesn't answer the phone when I call or if he's alright. The truth really does hurt. I try to get him to visit my dreams, but if he does I don't remember. I don't hink I dream anymore. I know my life dreams are crushed and gone, but I really don't want to give up. I just can't seem to go on. The what if's are driving me crazy. I'm trying to remember what my brother told me about the What If's when I first talked to him after all this happened. I only found my dad 9 years ago, so haven't gotten to know me brothers and sisters since they're far away and always busy. Marlin seems to be the one I've gotten closest too. He lost his wife years ago in a car accident. He said not to even use the What If's because they're excuses and excuses are worthless. It helped when he said it and the first day after, but I have too many. Like what if Bill had let me take him to the hospital on the 4th of July and they had caught that he had a heart desease? Would he be here if he was on medication? I think he would. My SIL is on them and he's here and working and helping my daughter take care of their brood, so I know he would have been with me still. I hate that he didn't bother to seek help when he felt sick. He went to nursing school at Penn State for crying out load. He got us taken care of when it was us, but not him and he was the backbone to this outfit. He was too important to not be a part of all this and all of the lives he touched. I feel like he abandoned us sometimes. Maybe we weren't worth fighting for in the end. I just don't know. Actually I do know. Bill hated bein sick. Between the pain in his body he had to deal with the PTSD problems and he was always tired. Maybe if he had found out about the heart problems it would have been to much for him, but then again I don't think so. I thinnk he would have fought to be with me. He said he never felt loved until we met and I always knew how he felt. We were so much alike but so different at the same time. If he was here things would get done. I just can't get it together enough to get things done and it bothers me. Even sitting and thinking about it I know what to do, what needs to be done, and how to do it, but I can't get myself to move. I did work a little on the backyard yesterday. I also went out with one of my daughters and looked at cars. It's 60 bucks to go visit Bill and I want to be able to afford to do it, so looking for something that I can afford to fill a gas tank. Problem is I can't afford anything that's going to do that for me. I did see the car we were going to buy, but will never have that now. Oh well. I'd rather have Bill than that stupid car anyway. I'd rather have him than anything else.
Ok I was only going to write about half of all this, so I'm going to stop. Time to try to get our lives moving and call the school again. I need Dakotah to get some normality going. Just hope they get him in, so he's with people he knows and doesn't have to start over somewhere else right now. He needs to have someone to talk to besides us and he doesn't have contact with his friends away from school, so I need to get him back with them, so he can have a small support team at least.
Thanks for all the support. Love you all.