Nosey Neighbors, Quiet Therapist, Child Support, etc.
… and that is exactly what this is going to be. I have a lot to say. The topics of conversation are going to be all over the place. It’s going to go from one extreme to the next. Bare with me. Hold on tight. You’ll enjoy this ride, I promise. Okay, I can’t actually promise that because everyone’s different but yea. So I said I was going to blog once a week, so far I’m doing a good job at that. I have this app called “morning coffee” on my Firefox. You add sites to it. Then during your ‘morning coffee routine’ you click on one button and it opens up all your daily sites you view. I love it. Anyway, I added ‘new blog post’ page to my Thursday morning coffee. So expect a blog post every Thursday. Unless I don’t have anything to talk about Thursday because I didn’t premeditate what my blog would be about, then it will be on a different day.
So, what else has been going on? Okay. I have to share this. I’m going to copy/paste directly from my Facebook: What? Do ALL the neighbors in this building sit with their ears to the fucking door to just catch you on something you’re doing wrong? I was waiting in the hallway, watching for the bus to come. Mikhail ran up the back stairway and went upstairs. There is a ladder up there leading to an attic space. He climbs the ladder. Then proceeds to yell “MOMMY” I ignore it because 1. Everyone is at work. He’s not harming anyone. 2. He knows how to get down. He’s done it a hundred times. The old hag upstairs comes out and goes “Omg Where is your Mommy?! Are you alright little one? You poor thing. How dare she leave you up here. Where is she?” I’m standing at the bottom of the stairs just listening to her go on. I’m like “I’m right here. He always goes up there. He knows how to get down. I’m waiting for the bus to get her so I can see that my other son gets on the bus safely. Which means he can wait. He’s not hurt. He’s not harmed. And I’m RIGHT here. Normally everyone’s at work so it doesn’t bother anyone.” She responds with “OH well I thought he was hurt. Just keep an eye on him. You dont’ want him falling off there. Maybe watch your kid a little more.” FUCK YOU LADY. I’m doing the best I can. Mikhail is FINE. He climbs up that ladder every single day. And you know what every single day he comes back down when I tell him its time to go back in to the apartment. Ugh I CANNOT WAIT UNTIL WE OWN A HOME OR GET OUT OF APARTMENT LIVING!!!
That’s what happened this morning. Bullshit, right? I think so. There’s other nonsense that happens in this building but knowing it only takes a search of my full name to find this blog I’m not going to indulge on everything else that is said. I don’t need people finding it then starting shit especially when I have to live here too. Oh man do I have the stories to tell though. I usually tell them on my Facebook feed. You can find them here. I’m friends-only on Facebook though. I don’t add everyone that’s random so if its possible to write a message to me while you’re trying to add me to let me know who you are, I’d appreciate it.
Moving along… I had a therapy appointment this past week. I’m down to seeing my therapist every six weeks now. Woo! So usually I don’t have anything to talk about at my appointments. Well, the past four or five appointments I didn’t have anything to talk about. So we would just stare at each other for a couple of beats, he’d ask me a question, I’d answer it. We’d repeat this process until he ran out of questions (which was only usually after four questions) and then he’d cut our session short because neither of us had anything to say. *Shrugs* Fine by me… I don’t want to go to the therapist anymore anyways but 1. I’m still filing for disability. 2. As soon as I let him go, I’m going to need him. So, this last appointment, I was actually talking. I was full of information. I was talking and talking and then I paused for a few seconds and he was like “Alright. When would you like to meet again?” I told him one to two months. He pulled six weeks out and scheduled me for six weeks. I left. Thought to myself that was a pretty good session. I actually had stuff to say. I drove back to Mike’s Moms house. I checked the time it was only 11:35. It takes about 15 minutes to drive from the therapist’s office to her house. Which means he ended my session 10 minutes early. Even though I was talking! That made me feel like nothing I said was worthwhile. Which I know deep down inside isn’t true but that’s how it made me feel. So the question is do I mention it to him next appointment or do I let it go? I don’t know. I’ll probably let it go because it wasn’t that big of a deal. Maybe he just figured I had nothing more to say because I paused. *shrugs* I don’t know. I’m not too concerned about it anymore.
Another thing happening in my life, or lack there of, is getting child support. I have received one payment of $119.38 in three months. I’m supposed to receive two payments a month. So, I let it go for a while because I can’t call them or do anything about it until it has been 30 days since I have received a payment. I call the other day and I explain I’m not getting child support and I would like to know what’s going on. They are like, “Let me check to see if there is an end employment date.” There wasn’t. She’s like “I’m going to send this over to a case manager and they’re going to investigate it by contacting the employer and find out why there is no child support being taken out of his checks.” Success! Finally I will be getting some answers. She told me to call back within five to seven business days so I can check on the status of the investigation. I wouldn’t put it past Matt that he told his boss (because he works in a tiny bar where he’s really close to the owner) that he didn’t want child support being taken out of his checks because of Christmas. Which is bull shit because that’s the EXACT reason why I was unable to get Nickolas a lot of toys for Christmas. I wasn’t getting child support. The one time I depend on that money because I had just lost my job and I don’t get it. God this pisses me off. I know there are fathers out there who don’t pay at all, and I feel for you girls. I really do. But I don’t let that shit slide. I’d be taking him back to court as soon as I can to get this taken care of. From what I understand they can’t take out loans or buy houses, etc if they owe back support. Which is great. Hopefully I get some answers soon.
So as I mentioned earlier, I’m still filing for disability. I went to court last year. They denied my case. I appealed the hearing. I found out it would take 6 to 36 months to find out an answer as to whether or not I’ll qualify for disability. This has been a very painful process. Its so and long. The attorney thinks I have a case. I’m not sure anymore. I would like to think I do but whats the point of getting my hopes high and then be crushed. 36 months is a LONG time to wait. That’s three years!!! Whose to say what could happen in that time! I guess we’ll find out when we find out.
Okay. Mikhail is being very needy and I can’t write more like I intended to. So I’m going to end this at that. All comments will be responded to. So comment away :)
