I hit my breaking point Monday night. It wasn't pretty.
It started Friday when I found out that we have to pay a late fee for my husband's electrical license because the person who said they changed his address never did. So, there goes an extra $57. Then Sunday, I was online paying bills and I wanted to go to a movie. I go into my husband's account to transfer money into the main account, pay some bills, etc. and I found that the place we had dinner Friday night charged us 5 times to the tune of over $300.!! Of course the bank won't handle it on a Sunday. DH says to just take the money from the other account for the movie and we'll replace it. Funny...I didn't feel much like going after that!
To top it off, I'm over $100,000 in debt for a career I despise. I'm working at a job that gets me out of the house, but makes me feel like a monkey is actually one step up from me. So, I decide to make a change and go to real estate school to maybe, just maybe, do something I don't hate and make some money that would let me pay off my student loans and forget law school ever happened. I leave work early and end up hitting an insane traffic jam at 4 in the afternoon! I was going to be late for my first class! I had a fit in the car. I threw the Wheat Thins that were going to be my dinner everywhere. I smashed up the peanut butter crackers and threw them everywhere - it still smells like peanut butter whenever I turn on the defroster. I blared my radio and sat in my car and cried and laughed and cried and laughed. I'm screaming to God to cut me ONE BREAK. Just ONE. Please just let me be able to do SOMETHING without sticking a massive roadblock in my way. Can I have one week where someone isn't stealing my money or messing around and making ME pay for it?
I did get to my class with 2 minutes to spare. Naturally, I didn't get a chair with a desk and now I have to spend every Monday night from 5:30-9:00 sitting in an uncomfortable chair trying to write on my knees.
You'd think I'd be used to it and it wouldn't bother me so much, but I'm not and I still get to the point where I honestly think I'm just going to go out on some kind of mental disability and sit at home so nothing else can happen to me.
So...YES.....I have been there and I imagine I will be there over and over and over again.....that's a lot of Wheat Thins and Peanut Butter Crackers!!!
