My car sits dead in the parking lot next to the therapy center in the next town over. My son and I walked 5 blocks in the rain, then caught our first UBER ride to get home. I have no car, no money, and no family to help. I’m sitting here on my bed bawling and bewildered.
It doesn’t matter if I ask the question every morning or not – I live in my own personal Groundhog Day Hell –
Today the car – What tomorrow?
I don’t have anyone else to drive us around or run errands. I can’t fix the car.
Universe – you just keep gut punching me.
And then I put on my snow pants – I think better when I’m wearing my snow pants. I don’t know why.
Then I remembered I have roadside towing on my car insurance policy. Then my friend reminded me of the autoshop they use – good people who work with folks. So the car is en route to the shop. Family messaged with how they can help – so I have transportation should I need it – And it’s managed.
…but golly I’m getting tired of managing things.