fighting

He’s been jumping down my throat all day….well at least since the plasma place sent him away because his pulse rate was too high.  I tried again to talk to him about my fears about going to Phoenix and all he wants to do is argue and fight about it.  He keeps asking why I keep bringing it up and wanting to talk about it.  I keep telling him I just need someone to talk to and had hoped he would step up.  All he’s willing to say is why keep bringing it up when there’s nothing we can do about it.  All I wanted was a little comfort and to be told it’s going to be okay.  He’s not even willing to do that.  Only argue about it and act like it doesn’t exist.  I can’t  quit thinking about it when it’s looming before us and we’re suppose to leave in 4 days.   We have no food to eat and no promise of getting any.   I’m scared that by the time I get the phones and prescriptions paid for there won’t be enough for gas or rent for the new place, if there’s any room to have at the new place.  I don’t know what to do or think.  If it was just me it wouldn’t be so bad….just one car and gas for that one car but we’ve got 2 cars (one with no brakes). I’m going to have to feed 2 of us on the road. It’s a 6 hour drive from Albuquerque to Phoenix.  A lot of good my empathic abilities are when I can’t use them to help myself.  I wish I knew what to do.

One thought on “fighting”

Leave a Comment:

SCROLL TO TOP