It's been a tough week. My COPD has reared it's ugly head and I'm pretty much sidelined until 917/13. I'm not liking it, but I'll deal.
I've done a lot of thinking. One of the things I've realized is that I really AM a handicapped person. Ouch. I've fought that label for so long.... But truth is truth. And I am comprimised. Having admitted that, I'm free to look at solutions that I've never considered before. My wheelchair, a 4 wheeled walker with a seat.... things that will make my life easier and less painful. I sent Joe to look for my reacher this week. Frankly, I'd forgotten I even had one. And the difference it makes in my day to day existance amazes me. Something THAT smple..
I'm going Tuesday to put a new apartment on hold. It's a two bedroom, two bath and will afford me the room I need. One bedroom will be a dedicated office, which will allow me to write off a certain percentage of my rent, gas and elelctric every years. Never a b.ad thing.
I'm excited. Feeling more like me again. I've got my music blasting and I'm singing at the top of my lungs as I write!
Giving 2 years of my life to Joe and the kids, hard as it's been, was the right thing to do. I know that. But it's time for it to stop. I've helped as much as I can. If I stay now, all I do is allow him to become dependent and complacent. That will undo all the good I've done. And as parent, I can't do it.It's time for "tough love" and thinkfullly, I'm strong enough to do that. So here we go!
I'll keep Y'all posted!!!!
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