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Ana
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Well, maybe some of you noticed I hadn’t been around in a while. There has been a lot going on in real life the past couple years.
ONE of those being my husband becoming a drug addict after ten yrs of marriage and four children. This happened last year. After much emotional and financial devastation to our family, I seperated from him to protect myself and my children, emotional, spitritually and financially.
It was difficult but I was very blessed with much loving support from my family and friends, and was blessed to be able to reestablish my relationship with God which as of late had gotten very shaky.
To make a long story short, my husband cleaned himself up, and although I originally had no intention on taking him back, I couldn’t deny his sincerity and felt that reconciliation was what was best for all of us.
He did a complete turn around and was clean for a while. I moved back in with him, and we began the long process of trying to recover financially. He, in one summer, had blown almost 30,000 dollars on cocaine. We are not rich, we are not even comfortable. We struggle from paycheck to paycheck. So, I took on a part time job and we have been making very slow progress, but there has been progress.
In the meantime, the family money has been being deposited in an account that only has my name on it, because of the stealing he had done before. This was his idea, and I readily agreed.
Well, he didn’t come home tonite. It’s midnight. I checked the bank and over the course of the last few days there has been almost 700.00 in ATM withdrawels, and my card is missing from my wallet.
We had our tax money in there. So I called and had the card canceled. But now I am just so sad.
The children have been thru soooo much, with the sadness over the seperation and the joy of the reconciliation, and now this…
I don’t want to face them in the morning. They are going to be HEARTBROKEN if he is not here, becuase they will know (the 8 and 10 yr old) what happened!
I am going to go to bed, and try to keep things running as usual. But I don’t even know what to say to him if he comes home. And honestly, a part of me wishes he wouldn’t. I am trying so hrd to have a healthy functioning household for my family, but it seems like he is just a flood of pain for everyone all the time. We get going, recover form the last crisis, things are great, everyone is happy and is starting to relax … than BAM … carpet yanked out from under us AGAIN! The world is spinning and nothing feels safe anymore. Is my money going to be here tomorrow, are we going to be without insurance again? My son has a chronic disease. It costs me 800 to 1000 dollars PER MONTH to keep him in in his medicine when uninsured. Without his medicine my ten yr old WILL DIE.
For whatever reason the state has denied him coverage. I am in the process of seeing if I can appeal it or something. But the fact of the matter is. We had REALLY good insurance for the first nine yrs before my husband became a drug addict and COULDN’T KEEP A JOB!
God help us.
ONE of those being my husband becoming a drug addict after ten yrs of marriage and four children. This happened last year. After much emotional and financial devastation to our family, I seperated from him to protect myself and my children, emotional, spitritually and financially.
It was difficult but I was very blessed with much loving support from my family and friends, and was blessed to be able to reestablish my relationship with God which as of late had gotten very shaky.
To make a long story short, my husband cleaned himself up, and although I originally had no intention on taking him back, I couldn’t deny his sincerity and felt that reconciliation was what was best for all of us.
He did a complete turn around and was clean for a while. I moved back in with him, and we began the long process of trying to recover financially. He, in one summer, had blown almost 30,000 dollars on cocaine. We are not rich, we are not even comfortable. We struggle from paycheck to paycheck. So, I took on a part time job and we have been making very slow progress, but there has been progress.
In the meantime, the family money has been being deposited in an account that only has my name on it, because of the stealing he had done before. This was his idea, and I readily agreed.
Well, he didn’t come home tonite. It’s midnight. I checked the bank and over the course of the last few days there has been almost 700.00 in ATM withdrawels, and my card is missing from my wallet.
We had our tax money in there. So I called and had the card canceled. But now I am just so sad.The children have been thru soooo much, with the sadness over the seperation and the joy of the reconciliation, and now this…
I don’t want to face them in the morning. They are going to be HEARTBROKEN if he is not here, becuase they will know (the 8 and 10 yr old) what happened!
I am going to go to bed, and try to keep things running as usual. But I don’t even know what to say to him if he comes home. And honestly, a part of me wishes he wouldn’t. I am trying so hrd to have a healthy functioning household for my family, but it seems like he is just a flood of pain for everyone all the time. We get going, recover form the last crisis, things are great, everyone is happy and is starting to relax … than BAM … carpet yanked out from under us AGAIN! The world is spinning and nothing feels safe anymore. Is my money going to be here tomorrow, are we going to be without insurance again? My son has a chronic disease. It costs me 800 to 1000 dollars PER MONTH to keep him in in his medicine when uninsured. Without his medicine my ten yr old WILL DIE.
For whatever reason the state has denied him coverage. I am in the process of seeing if I can appeal it or something. But the fact of the matter is. We had REALLY good insurance for the first nine yrs before my husband became a drug addict and COULDN’T KEEP A JOB!
God help us.
Well I am happy to say that since them they have done a complete turn around, and have been very supportive of us. Even today, when my FIL heard what happened, he was here at 8:00 in the morning, to make sure we (me and the kids) had what we needed. He insisted on taking me to the grocery store and filling my gas tank and is very sorry and dissappointed about the situation. I know his mother is devastated too. We all are, my family included.
Weird. (hope, hope)