just a combination of many things, social media, no free speech, after all the time I've spent, Phil's diagnosis, my fight for justice inching on 30 years of fighting, and seeing no light at the end of tunnel, thinking I'm doing it all myself, and can't get a simple reply of encouragement. plus I do everything to access, and getting burnt out so often, they made fun of me about that too, when so many people are like me. you think you got me figured out, think again! I've decided to stay on my blog, and keep Messenger, and the internet, but no social media posts anymore, but I haven't deleted any account.
Sheri? Sheri. now, these were all houses, established with what seemed to be money. and where were you? in a duplex. and many of them knew it! it was your neighborhood. yeah. 63 dollars every 2 weeks. thought I was rich.
ReplyDeletemy mom had to count it all out what we get to keep. crazy times.
ReplyDeletemy mom drove me around to collect. what was she driving. I believe it was the brown station wagon. it lasted quite awhile didn't it. yeah. til got the banana, yellow Mercury.
ReplyDeleteshe needed it to get to work, I had to walk to school, small town, no big deal. not sure why there was no bus.
ReplyDeletethey don't do it in town, except for the disabled, like my son. the bus came right to the door.
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