Over the past two weeks or so, my life, my spirit, my everything has been tested to the max. Work has been busy, divorce on the rise, people fighting in the true holiday spirit. Sometimes, I just sit back and wonder we choose to be miserable during such a wonderful time of the year. I am guilty myself. My ex-husband, who after the writing of this blog will never be discussed or mentioned again, filed four separate lawsuits against me and various other people including litigation in Texas (where he lives), in the Federal Court, in the Court of Appeal and in the Bossier Parish Court. This all stems from the fact that he finally was forced to pay support for a child he has had nothing to do with since birth. When his paycheck got popped, he went nuts. After a two week long fest of fighting, we reached the agreement that he would terminate his parental rights. After all, he never was her dad, so why start now? Ryan, on the other hand, has been Lexi's father since before she was ever discharged from the hospital, and will always be her one and only daddy. Anyway, Jason filed all these suits in an effort to drive me mad, and it worked. No amount of child support can take the place of the stress and madness he has caused in my life. I would rather just move forward and never look back. In a series of almost 200 emails over the course or three or four days, it all came down to the fact that he did not want to pay child support. He never asked about her, never really spoke of her....just his paycheck. What a man. Needless to say, we are better off. Now, with his parental rights terminated, Ryan can adopt Lexi and we can live happily ever after.
This past week, while dealing with all of that drama, I fell very sick. I got what the doctors' assumed was H1N1, or some other form of flu, which quickly turned in to "spastic bronchitis". That was turning in to pneumonia. I tried to work through it, but just simply could not. I ended up at LSU twice in a matter of two days, each time getting new medicines to try. While enduring that, tornadoes decided to rip through Haughton, where I live, and caused massive damage and flooding. Thankfully, no one got hurt. We are still extremely concerned about flooding, which they say is eminent. So for the last week, I have been unable to make it to work, less the one and a half days I was there, and now have no paycheck. To top that ALL off, my brand new car decided to bite the dust yesterday leaving me, Ryan and Lexi stranded on North Market. My amazing boyfriend, Ryan, walked to get a new starter and sat there all day replacing the starter, only for that to not be the problem. So, after all of that, we had to have the car towed. In the middle of all of this, I am calling the people who sold me the car screaming at them. See, three days after I drove off the lot, my check engine light came on. I called them and they told me it was the gas cap. So....I replaced it. It was still on. I called several more times and they tell me nothing is wrong with the car. Really? Is that why I am broke down now? So I call from the side of the road and ask them what to do.... You know what they tell me? "I don't know." They go on to tell me that they are not responsible for any mechanical damages/failures and also basically that my warranty is useless. So I am stuck, with a brand new car that does not work, and no way to work. Great. I also was unable to go pay on Kaylee's layaway that I put her Christmas on, so I am going to lose that. Loosing my job next?
What's next on the block? Oh yeah. I was feeling better...but now I have relapsed. Been sick and up all night...coughing, hacking, choking...AND...to top it all off, Lexi now has a 102 fever. Does it ever end?
But, through it all, I must be grateful because God has gotten me this far, I am sure He is right next to me now and this is all some huge lesson I am supposed to be learning. I have a great boyfriend, two beautiful daughters, and great family and maybe a friend or two here and there. I have a home. I have a job, that I know of. I am alive and it is a beautiful day. I guess things could be worse.
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