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Uber *itch Strikes Again! last modified: Saturday, December 09, 2006 (5:57:51 PM)
GOD! Just when I thought we were rid of her!
I've been biting my nails for the last couple days. The 30 day statue of limitations
for the old apartment complex to send us a bill for any damages they needed to claim
is midnight tonight / 10am tomorrow morning. (Depending on if you're counting when we
were told we HAD to be finished or when we turned in our keys.) So I've been watching
the mail, because they hadn't sent anything yet. So today's the ninth. Last day for them
to get anything to us, legally.
I checked the mail. Just a bank notice. That's weird tho, it's not time for our statement
yet, plus this is too thin.... THE BITCH TRIED TO GET ANOTHER MONTH'S RENT OUT OF US!
She frikking charged our bank account $593.00 on Dec. 04th. With no notifications. I'm so FUCKING PISSED. So now all the money I was going to buy Christmas presents with, and pay bills has been EATEN by this illegal charge. Not only that, but now we're in a NEGATIVE balance
because I only had about $300 in the bank. And of course, the bank is pissed, so we've got a ton of charges from them for insufficient funds. OH OH I'm HOPPING MAD!
And I can't do a damn thing about it until Monday! And then all I can do is start the process of getting an affidavit against the unauthorized charge. And of course that has to go through the mail, which is understandibly crazy right now, due to the holidays! Meanwhile, the bank's going to be racking up $5.00 a day each day we're overdrawn, and Cam won't be paid until the 15th.
I've spent so much time praying lately, hoping that all this was just God getting us ready for a new life. I never expected it to get worse. I'm so fucking depressed. Why can't I get a break? I try to be
a good person. What am I supposed to do for the kids?! If we have to pay the bank back, we'll only have enough for our bills. It can't be.. It's just CAN'T be that there won't be a Christmas here this year. Miko's just old enough to understand it, Tim's already anticipating it. They spent most of
today watching the Veggie Tales Movie "The toy that SAved Christmas" over and over and over.
I can't do this anymore. This is really testing my faith. If it were just me, heck, I could deal with that.
But my kids. My kids. It's not fair. It's not fucking fair. I know life isn't fair. But this is .. I can't handle this. I want to call Cam, tell him to come home. I need a hug so bad. I need someone to reassure me. Someone to hide the pills. I can't call Cam. Leaving early would give him a demerit, and any
more and he'll lose this job. I don't know, I just don't know. I can't even cry, I'm too stopped up. I'm shaking so hard. can"t let the kids see. It would upset them, might set Tim off into a tantrum.
God, why? Why?
I can't type anymore.
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