But then, my grumpy neighbor tells me to mow the lawn first and I’m just.done. I want to, and I’ve only been standing in front of it for five minutes. Honestly, I’m surprised no one’s “accidentally” torched the house yet. There are 47 separate HOA violations, and I feel them all in my bones. Too bad that bravado only lasts as long as it takes to drive into Huckleberry Hills. Well, I’ve got the vise grips already in hand (my ex should take note), and I’m ready to fight for my life again. She’s willed me the keys to a house in the burbs of all places and dared me to grab life by the family jewels. The only family member who’s ever gotten me.Įven after death, though, she’s helping me get back up again. I’m 35 years old, and I’ve lost my NYC apartment, my job, my money, and frankly, my dignity.īut the final heartache in the suck sandwich of my life? My great-aunt Maggie died. Ever have one of those days where life just plain sucks? Welcome to my last three months - ever since I caught my can’t-be-soon-enough-ex-husband cheating with his paralegal.
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