I’m aware that I’ve been quite the Negative Nancy lately, and I’m sorry for that. Don’t worry though: I’m not sitting here crying about everything that’s bothering me and basking it in, I’m just firing out these posts to help untangle the tightly wound ball of stress in the pit of my stomach so I can be a good mom and carry out my day instead of crying in the corner somewhere. Sorry that my blog gets all the negative junk, but blogging has always been my unloading station, my therapy.
So, let’s get to it then:
I’m not impressed with how 2012 has started out. We’re still [massively] broke, Matt still doesn’t have a job (despite how hard he’s searching), and if that weren’t enough, this happened last night:
Matt was driving home from his friends’ house, he was driving slowly because it was snowing out. He was driving along one of the back roads because there’s always less people on them. Well, some idiot decided to run a stop sign and cut Matt off. It was either hit their car, or swerve to avoid it. He ended up hitting a fire hydrant. Thankfully, he wasn’t going fast or he would have damaged the car more and seriously hurt himself, and the fire hydrant didn’t go off so that was also lucky.
Matt got out of the car, shaken because that’s some scary shit, and the guy driving the other guy also got out and starting screaming at Matt. So, Matt punched him in the jaw. Mainly to get him to shut up, but also because he had reached his boiling point. The stress of our current situation (him not having a job, the up and coming move, just everything) coupled with the fact that that idiot cut him off and was now yelling at him equaled out to Matt punching him. The guy’s friend got out of the car and instantly sided with Matt, telling his buddy that he did, indeed, cut Matt off. Then he was like “we should go!” and the guy got back into the car and drove away before Matt could even get down the license plate number, or exchange insurance information.
So, that seriously sucks. There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong mechanically with my car, just a huge crack in my front bumper (to go along with the billions of cracks on my back bumper, thanks to me backing up into a snow bank four times two winters ago, and that guy who hit me back in the summer).
Matt says he can drill some small holes in it and hold it up with wire (well, he mentioned zip ties at first…then I started to cry, because my car is going to be held up by zip ties? REALLY!? Awesome). The important thing here is that Matt is safe, he didn’t get hurt and I’m so thankful for that. I was pretty upset last night because the situation could have been a lot worse. Matt could have been seriously hurt. But he wasn’t, so….there is that.
I really can’t take anymore crappy things happening to us. Our luck needs to turn around soon.