The exciting news is that my ex has gotten a job, so at some point in the future, he will be able to afford to pay his support again. The not-great news is that he doesn’t know when. The not-too-unfortunate news is that I have a couple hundred dollars in the bank to tide me [...]
The thing people don’t talk about much when the issue of mental illness comes up is this: it really fucking sucks to get a diagnosis. Even me, happy to know the confines and the label, so I could know what the fuck was going on with my head, and how to work with it, and [...]
I’ve been here before, crazy and frantic, checking the budget against the bank balances and the billable hours against the calendar. I’ve had the thought that the one thing I’ve been able to rely on for timely income for the past three years might not happen this time, many times. I loathe my reliance on [...]