Friends, I am about to become one of the "uncounted unemployed" because I've been without work for so long that I have exhausted my unemployment benefits. I get my last check tomorrow. I have about $200 in the bank. I'm in arrears on my car payment and my tires are bald and the registration is expired.
I have nothing promising on the horizon on the job hunt and am trying to get some contract work with a non-profit I'm involved in, but the board couldn't make a vote happen and I have no idea if I can push it through or not.
I've tried selling some stuff on craigslist but didn't get a buyer. I need to repost my ads.
And next week is the hearing for temporary spousal support. I have not yet been served with a response to my filing and I don't know if STBXWHNPDPAFTG will contest my request for order. I kinda suspect he stuck his head in the sand. I wonder if he even realizes we have a hearing on the calendar.
I made the RFO based on having unemployment income but I got a nice letter from Congress (sarcasm there - actually from the unemployment office) telling me that since my state is now below 9% unemployment I'm not going to get an extension of federal benefits, and my benefits are now exhausted.
I think I'm going to file an amended request for order tomorrow showing zero income. I'm sure FTG will go ballistic.
He lives in a 2 bedroom house in a nice neighborhood. I don't think he's vacuumed in a year. He started to replace some rotten boards on the back deck, and pulled them up leaving gaps. A year ago. I don't think he's ever contacted the landlord for the lumber to do he repairs. The back bedroom where I set up a bed for me during my last attempt at R with in-house separation is full of crap. Boxes, junk mail, etc. He could rent it out and use the money to pay most of my SS.
I'm going to print out a list of rental shares on craigslist to bring to the hearing.
I am worried about his anger as we go into the negotiations for the MSA on property and debts.
I'm just super stressed out. Grinding my teeth at night, headaches, and comfort eating is only making me feel bloated and fat.
Sigh. I'm sorry if this is rambling, but send me some mojo for court next week. I really could use a break!
FBW then 46, XWHNPDPAFTG the destroyer of my entire life. D-Day 1 '99, D-Day 2,3,4,5,6... '09-'11, D '15. I fell apart. I put myself back together. Forgiveness isn't required. I'm happy and healthy now, and MY new life is good.