My emotional state is still a bit wobbly today, but I’m trying to keep my chin up. It’s now been a week since Steve lost his job and so much has been crammed into 7 days that I feel like it’s been 7 years. Last night I had a good cry and got it out of my system. I know I can’t go down the “what if” road (thank you, Pamela) but it’s hard not to take that turn. I called my dad this morning for some support and got my step-mom, Karen, who’s a real gem. She assured me that we wouldn’t go hungry (food is the LAST thing on my mind) and that they would help us in any way they can. I was raised to do things on my own and I think that lesson is one I learned a little too well. I just can’t bear to ask anyone for financial help. My belief is that they worked hard to earn it so why should they give it to me? Never mind I would gladly help someone else out if I could! But really, my worries are not financial as much as they are about the whole house situation. I don’t want to lose my house and not be able to have another one. Ok, honestly, I don’t want to leave unless I can have the house I want. There, I said it. I only agreed to put this house on the market with the idea that we would get the 1973 contemporary house we feel in love with a month ago. Which is still available so I don’t know why I’m acting like it’s all over. I guess it’s just that I don’t feel like we can go forward with a buy unless Steve has a job.
There is a silver lining to all this! Steve received an email from one of his contacts and has another phone interview today at 3:30 p.m. with the same woman and a manager from their KC office. I’m going to keep my outlook positive today. One day at a time. One day at a time.
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