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lily71
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Thank you for all the prayers for the kitten. Please continue. She would have been a sweet girl.
Please pray also for my relationship. We’re going through a rough patch. I moved up to NY to marry a man. (We have not yet married.) And last night, the same night as the kitten was found and taken to our home, he told me he isn’t sure. I gave up so much, including a job I loved, where my skills and contributions were valued, left friends behind, and spent stupid money, tapping into my retirement in order to make the move.
We talked and he says he wants to work on it. He realizes a lot of it is him.
This is good news of course. But given today was a difficult day, I reached out to speak to a priest, as I have no close friends up here. The receptionist wasn’t terribly friendly and neither was the priest, who began with lots of questions. I finally, through tears, thanked him (as he protested for me to not hang up), but I couldn’t have that conversation. I live on Church street. I was really hoping to speak with someone face to face, not on the phone anyway.
So, it left me with a bit of a bad taste in my mouth and no catharsis of conversation.
My fears are not only about my relationship, but now for my safety. I have no plan b. I have no family to fall back on. I don’t make enough money at my new job in NY to live on my own and I have little money left in reserve, not to mention student loans, and bills, bills, bills. I have 2 cats of my own who are elderly, but who are also the closest thing to kids I have. I don’t know what I would do if things don’t work out. I really thought this was a done deal. If I didn’t believe it was, I would never have left Virginia. I was happy there.
I really wish I could have had that conversation today, but that didn’t happen.
Please pray for us. Please pray for him. And please pray for me.
And please continue to play for Mitzvah, the kitten.
Please pray also for my relationship. We’re going through a rough patch. I moved up to NY to marry a man. (We have not yet married.) And last night, the same night as the kitten was found and taken to our home, he told me he isn’t sure. I gave up so much, including a job I loved, where my skills and contributions were valued, left friends behind, and spent stupid money, tapping into my retirement in order to make the move.
We talked and he says he wants to work on it. He realizes a lot of it is him.
This is good news of course. But given today was a difficult day, I reached out to speak to a priest, as I have no close friends up here. The receptionist wasn’t terribly friendly and neither was the priest, who began with lots of questions. I finally, through tears, thanked him (as he protested for me to not hang up), but I couldn’t have that conversation. I live on Church street. I was really hoping to speak with someone face to face, not on the phone anyway.
So, it left me with a bit of a bad taste in my mouth and no catharsis of conversation.
My fears are not only about my relationship, but now for my safety. I have no plan b. I have no family to fall back on. I don’t make enough money at my new job in NY to live on my own and I have little money left in reserve, not to mention student loans, and bills, bills, bills. I have 2 cats of my own who are elderly, but who are also the closest thing to kids I have. I don’t know what I would do if things don’t work out. I really thought this was a done deal. If I didn’t believe it was, I would never have left Virginia. I was happy there.
I really wish I could have had that conversation today, but that didn’t happen.
Please pray for us. Please pray for him. And please pray for me.
And please continue to play for Mitzvah, the kitten.

