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Every day is Monday, I guess
I didn’t realize how NOT close to the end of this process of starting a new life I was. I’m understand a little better today. And it’s not Monday…at all.
It was supposed to be a simple lunch date. Why does everything have to be so goddamned difficult? I was going to see my daugher in college, and take her to lunch. Doesn’t seem like a hard thing, does it?
Even better, I was going to stop by and see my best friend, who I haven’t seen in 3.5 months. You see, I don’t have a functioning car. My car died in May and since I don’t “own” the car, I can’t fix it. Because, I don’t know who the hell is going to “own” it when this shitshow is over and I’ve already put 1.5K into it, just to keep it going till May.
So, it sits in my driveway, month after month, now. But, thank God my son-who is in the Army-let me take his car out of storage. We have been using it for these past 2 months along with an almost completely broken Impala. The Impala does the short runs. The Prius does the longer, more volative ones, especially for my daughters. If we both have to drive at the same time, I take the Impala. I don’t trust it at all. But its what we have. And living in the divorce limbo-hell we are living in, this is all I can do. Three drivers, 6 jobs, and 2 cars.
