new job in Be real don’t fear the truth

  • Nov. 19, 2022, 4:25 p.m.
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so I started my factory job I work there and met a lot of people. In one instance, my car had broken down and all the factory workers on lunch had listened to my husband screaming at me. I was so ashamed thinking it was my fault about the car we had it towed to a local garage and found out it was the engine, not something that I could’ve caused. It was something with the overhead cam in the new Pontiac’s at the time the problem was the cost we scraped up money along with his grandfather, helping us pay for the motor , both of us have made a lot of sacrifices, but the fighting never stopped. My husband had a high school friend who is over the house constantly he met a girl and we became friends. My daughter was very young, but starting to grow starting to walk, starting to talk, and other incidents started to happen , my friends had noticed I have stopped talking to them completely. This is been about a year. I miss them, but felt being a mother was more important. The people at my job site asked me why am I with someone who treats me so bad. But yet in my head, I kept thinking of my father, who told me don’t be a quitter , I left school I left home and now to begin a life with a family. I didn’t wanna be a failure. I am a smoker, so going outside for lunch was common for me. It was winter time as I was walking to the car to eat my lunch I slipped dislocating my knee and tearing my meniscus this this required surgery, and because it happened at my workplace the insurance was not gonna pay for it now being married, I had other insurance, but it could not be billed because it happened at work. I waited from January until September to get that knee fixed working on and off until the surgeon seen me I cooperated with the insurance company from work and they kept sending me for more and more therapy. Although the real thing I need it was a lateral release in September 1997. I got my first surgery.


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