Wednesday, November 10, 2010

And now a break from our usually scheduled programming!

Here I am, typing away on a keyboard attached to a borrowed computer. I still have no idea what I, or one of my family members, clicked on in order to get the computer frying virus that we got. So, I'm a little nervous about using the computer, and my imagination is a little rusty at this point. The conclusion to my Halloween Story will be coming, but it's kind of hard to write about Halloween in November, on a borrowed computer.

Before I continue on this particular post, let me reiterate, I am NOT a professional. I am only someone with a certain world view and the common sense of that world view. I can only give my opinion, and I can't guarantee that it is correct. So please take the following with a big ol' shaker of salt. Come to think of it, sipping on a Margarita couldn't hurt either!


Dear Old Broad,

My husband lost his very good job a few months ago. There was no warning, the whole department was given a box at their desk to clean out their effects, and were escorted by a guard out of the building. He was home before ten that morning.

I have a little part time job in retail. It was never meant to pay any bills, just mostly gave me something to do.

We have figured that we can pay the mortgage for about six months, and if our house isn't sold by then, we'll most likely lose it. Just like so many other Americans.

We bought a small, single wide trailer in a nearby park, and have been transferring things we want to keep to the trailer and dumping years and years of memories into a dumpster. While I'm doing that, my husband is doing maintenance on the house so hopefully it will sell faster.

All the kids are out of the house, except one, and she will be out of high school this year. I'm not thrilled that someone else will get to use my newly remodeled kitchen when and if my house sells, but I'm trying to make the best out of it. With the trailer, at least we know we'll have a roof over our heads.

The problem is my husband. He is so angry! I don't think he thought his job would ever end, and if it did, he'd find a new one easily. The fact that he'll probably work as a greeter in Home Depot when the unemployment times out has him furious.

The situation isn't my dream scenario, but I'm dealing with it. He is not. He is angry, sarcastic and caustic. It's making trying to deal with the situation much harder than if we could just deal with it as a team.

I know there's nothing you can do. I'm just venting.

Sincerely,
His Wife



Dear His Wife,

My first question to you is this, do you fear that you might be physically harmed by him when he is angry? Because if you do, you need to get help, and a women's crisis center would probably be the place to get it.
If you are not afraid for your physical well being, and please remember I'm not an advice giver by trade, then I think you need to get your husband some counseling. If he's spent a lot of time being educated and/or time working in this profession, then his loss is probably more than what it appears at first sight.
I'm guessing he is going through a very depressing time.

Well, that's it for me. I'm sorry that I'm not much more help than this. May-be my readers will have better suggestions?

1 comment:

Aunt of 14 said...

That really really sucks about your husband's job. And I do agree, it must hurt a lot more than it appears to. What you thought of a security is suddenly gone from under you. What a horrible feeling. Like a huge slap in the face.

I am rigorously looking for a new job, and let me tell you, it is just NOT easy. Last time I got laid off, I was on unemployment for 6 months. As soon as my last check arrived, I was offered a job, so I was lucky. I wish that everybody could have that kind of luck.

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