It’s time to slow down on the funny for a bit, and change to something serious. I know, I know. There’s no fun in that, but it’s time for an update on my life which, unlike my Unshitty™ blog, is quite shitty and sinking further into the toilet bowl.
When I last updated you things were looking bleak. They are now even more bleak.
My father and his wife have worked out their differences, which is great for them, but part of “working it out” means them moving ASAFP. So they are going to rent out their place. They offered to let me rent it, but evidently forgot that my wife is still recovering from surgery and is out of work. So I obviously am in no position to be able to rent it from them.
They are moving out in three weeks, which means that I have to move out in three weeks.
Since I’m currently paying both mine and my wife’s bills there’s no way I can afford to add rent into the mix so my only hope was for my in-laws to take me and the kids in.
They did, but with conditions. My father-in-law is worried about the house being too crowded, so I can only have the twins over there on the weekends. I only have them every other weekend. My other days with them are Monday and Wednesday. So I’m now going to have to spend Monday and Wednesday evenings at my brother’s house so I can spend time with them. I will then have to take them back to their mother’s house and then go home and spend the rest of the night without them. I won’t get to see them in the morning. I won’t get to drop them off at school. I’ll be a smaller part of their lives until this is all over with.
Life keeps throwing lemons and I keep dodging. Fuck lemonade.—
twindaddy (@stuphblog) January 03, 2013
Compounding the problem is the fact that my in-law live in Cincinnati, which is about 20 miles north of where I currently live. Not a huge ordeal except for the fact that it’s in Ohio, which for those of you who are geography challenged is a different state than Kentucky. The reason that’s a problem is that my divorce agreement with the twin’s mother states that I have to receive permission from her to move out-of-state. First, I had to talk to her. That’s bad enough, but then I actually had to explain all the ways my life sucked to her to gain her permission for a temporary move to another state.
I don’t want to seem unappreciative of either my father or my father-in-law, because they don’t have to take me in, but this is killing me. All of the extra shit I’m going through on top of the indignity of having to continuously ask for help is just becoming a huge pain in my ass. I’m quite independent and don’t like asking for help and I’ve been inordinately humbled in the last few months.
I also followed up with my doctor the other day and I’m being put on an additional medicine to help with my mood swings. I haven’t started taking it yet, but hopefully that works out. Further bulletins as events warrant.
Somebody please, please, please…if you’re having a harder time than I am currently tell me about it so I can feel better about myself.