Another week, another worry.
This week has come and gone and I'll have to be honest - I'm beginning to wonder if I'll EVER work again. I haven't had an interview for over a week and I've been living here, with my high-school friend, for over four months. I never expected to be here for more than ONE month. It's discouraging. I've resigned myself to the fact that I may have to find TWO jobs that pay decently instead of my ONE job that will support my family.
Will is working.
(That's about all I'm gonna say about Will. He and I are in a horrible place right now - we don't speak, don't look, and don't seem to care about one another. Wonder how long I can go on like this before something gives?)
The kids are good. Forrest started seeing a therapist this week, which worries me. Sometimes I wonder if he's going thru a rough transition from young adult to adult vs whether he's beginning to show signs of mental health issues. Because he's predisposed to issues (my grandmother and sister), it scares me. I worry that he'll never be understood and that the frustration that arises because of that will further alienate him socially. Makes me sad.
This is all for now, peeps...Say a prayer for me...I NEED A JOB!