Exxxxxelllent!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Welcome to Caroline's World!
Last Sunday, I had 4 goals. The people from Sears Home Makeover should be proud: I just built my life back up, as God opened a lot of doors for me, in less than 7 days:
1. Storage options. Check. I found a cheap 10x5 storage unit and am ready to move my stuff as soon as the cops and my parents, and the court, can all agree on it.
2. Job hunting as usual. Check. I got hired by 2 companies and a third wants to interview me. The one I like most is one that is offering me health insurance as soon as I start work -- more on that later.
3. Housing and bill paying. Check and check. The bills have been deferred and defrayed as much as is possible. I have temporary housing with the girls I'm staying with and I now have a way of paying the deposit fee for WWU's student housing, thanks to Joe from HelpLine.
4. Returning to WWC as a Social Work major. Yes, you read that right. Check. I haven't been accepted yet, but there's no reason for them not to, and I have a lot of support from a lot of people at the university as I transition back into school, so things are looking up.
I've been living in hyper-drive mode all week. I've been to HelpLine, BMAC, a lot of employers (some I had applied to before, others I had yet to apply to), and the Superior Court Office. I've been told repeatedly by strangers to keep going and know that God is working things out for me, sometimes in the same exact words as each other. I got a fortune cookie by random chance that informed me that I'll soon be meeting my husband (and then I stupidly left it behind and it got thrown away :( Oh well, I'd rather just meet that man than worry about a tiny piece of paper -- something about the same idea of how God is a person and not a book...) There are just two missing pieces of my puzzle: a truck to move all my junk in (and permission to do this), and, well, that man... I honestly don't have time for him right now. Except at night, when I seriously could stand to just be held.
Emotionally, I've been holding up, but I have to work to not think about Jeff, nor about the latest "blow" my parents dealt me. I've now seen the "letters" I supposedly wrote to them???... Um, not only was it NOT my handwriting (though in some ways, it is fairly close), but I suspect I know who did write those for my parents. Um, anyone know what BJ's been up to these days? (The man I was once engaged to). Apparently, my parents have remained in contact with him, which is something I've known since about last January or March. But I had no idea that any of those 3 would pull such a stupid, obvious, and hideous stunt. For those who don't know what letters I'm talking about, well, supposedly, I wrote my parents letters about everything from my supposedly wanting to "screw" my dad (ugh!) to calling my mom a "F'ing B" (that's shortened for the sake of Kosherness, folks, and I've never used that combination of slang to refer to her or anyone else that I can remember) in a letter, written and delivered directly to her face. Which my mom then turned around and used in court as some means of proving what a horrible and mentally deranged person I am. Oh my. Word. Woah.
Mostly, I'm just working on embracing this Very New Life I have now, and the people who have chosen to be a part of it. I love each and every one of you very much, because you've shown me what real friendship is all about. So many people from around the local community have pitched in to enable me to help myself that it's truly amazing and wonderful. It helps to know who your real friends and real family actually are. God bless all of you.
1. Storage options. Check. I found a cheap 10x5 storage unit and am ready to move my stuff as soon as the cops and my parents, and the court, can all agree on it.
2. Job hunting as usual. Check. I got hired by 2 companies and a third wants to interview me. The one I like most is one that is offering me health insurance as soon as I start work -- more on that later.
3. Housing and bill paying. Check and check. The bills have been deferred and defrayed as much as is possible. I have temporary housing with the girls I'm staying with and I now have a way of paying the deposit fee for WWU's student housing, thanks to Joe from HelpLine.
4. Returning to WWC as a Social Work major. Yes, you read that right. Check. I haven't been accepted yet, but there's no reason for them not to, and I have a lot of support from a lot of people at the university as I transition back into school, so things are looking up.
I've been living in hyper-drive mode all week. I've been to HelpLine, BMAC, a lot of employers (some I had applied to before, others I had yet to apply to), and the Superior Court Office. I've been told repeatedly by strangers to keep going and know that God is working things out for me, sometimes in the same exact words as each other. I got a fortune cookie by random chance that informed me that I'll soon be meeting my husband (and then I stupidly left it behind and it got thrown away :( Oh well, I'd rather just meet that man than worry about a tiny piece of paper -- something about the same idea of how God is a person and not a book...) There are just two missing pieces of my puzzle: a truck to move all my junk in (and permission to do this), and, well, that man... I honestly don't have time for him right now. Except at night, when I seriously could stand to just be held.
Emotionally, I've been holding up, but I have to work to not think about Jeff, nor about the latest "blow" my parents dealt me. I've now seen the "letters" I supposedly wrote to them???... Um, not only was it NOT my handwriting (though in some ways, it is fairly close), but I suspect I know who did write those for my parents. Um, anyone know what BJ's been up to these days? (The man I was once engaged to). Apparently, my parents have remained in contact with him, which is something I've known since about last January or March. But I had no idea that any of those 3 would pull such a stupid, obvious, and hideous stunt. For those who don't know what letters I'm talking about, well, supposedly, I wrote my parents letters about everything from my supposedly wanting to "screw" my dad (ugh!) to calling my mom a "F'ing B" (that's shortened for the sake of Kosherness, folks, and I've never used that combination of slang to refer to her or anyone else that I can remember) in a letter, written and delivered directly to her face. Which my mom then turned around and used in court as some means of proving what a horrible and mentally deranged person I am. Oh my. Word. Woah.
Mostly, I'm just working on embracing this Very New Life I have now, and the people who have chosen to be a part of it. I love each and every one of you very much, because you've shown me what real friendship is all about. So many people from around the local community have pitched in to enable me to help myself that it's truly amazing and wonderful. It helps to know who your real friends and real family actually are. God bless all of you.
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