Let's examine the last four years of my life.
Between laying awake stressing about my mom or stressing about money or stressing about my leg and recovery or work and whatever, I'm thankful for what I have. Some moments I feel like if it wasn't needing to be there for mom and if it wasn't for my girlfriend I'd blow my brains out. And sometimes I just need to vent... But fuck me I definitely feel like I am cursed or was a terrible person in a past life and am paying for it now.
- Think it started when I found out my gf of 6 months who was basically living with me 80% of the time was married
- Mother was diagnosed with Stage 3c Ovarian cancer, went through surgery, radiation therapy and chemo -- got through it, supported her financially for over a year
- All good with a new GF for a year and a half, talking about rings, her brother dies in motorcycle accident -- relationship doesn't recover and degrades into a living emotional hell until I finally call it quits 6 months later, meanwhile helping the family out financially
- Best friend is facing 20 years in jail for the accident, I don't want to go into too much detail here, culpable driving causing death. Trial is this October.
- Meet new girl, things good (spoiler alert: she’s amazing), I lose my licence (my own fault Ill own that one) for a month -- not a big deal
- I lose my job, unemployed for 4 months. Burn through any savings I had left.
- Get a new job, we decide to get a new place together, move in December 4th last year, she's the one, definitely made all the other drama seem worth it and things were finally good...
- December 17th my car is written off in a hail storm
- December 24th I crash my motorbike (not my fault) on the way to the airport to see my mom, break my fib and tib, dislocate ankle. Now have a 295mm rod through my lower leg and screws up and down, in bed for 2 months, no work no money, have to learn to walk again, my knee is fucked, still cant climb stairs or stand up on my own, physio twice a week, constantly in pain to this day.
- Even with that, life is starting to feel like a new normal and things are good, happy again, starting to talk about getting married next year
- Mom goes in for a check up. Cancer has spread to her liver. Back to chemo, but I'm determined that we will beat the odds and beat it. Somehow.
Between laying awake stressing about my mom or stressing about money or stressing about my leg and recovery or work and whatever, I'm thankful for what I have. Some moments I feel like if it wasn't needing to be there for mom and if it wasn't for my girlfriend I'd blow my brains out. And sometimes I just need to vent... But fuck me I definitely feel like I am cursed or was a terrible person in a past life and am paying for it now.