to crush a person’s spirit. The EBT didn’t refil this morning. No notice, nothing. Online it showed everything as being fine. This morning the online doesn’t function and says my account is invalid. We don’t money assistance, all we receive is food stamps. I understand I am not entitled to anything and that GA will pat itself on the back for it’s monthly savings as it closes down offices that don’t work anyway – but for gods sake, I don’t know what to do.
BOA says as long as we are working on our payment resolution they won’t kick us out but they have already taken away my ability to make partial payments and $4k might as well be $4million – and those papers for loan modification NEVER come – they flat out lie that they’ve been sent Fed-EX.
I’ve been trying so hard to set up a plan for living, but with no job and no food stamps, what the hell am I supossed to do? When the bank says move, I’ve got no where to go. When you aren’t relying on religion to have your back, what do you do? Be phoney and fake it?
My sweet son was relying on me to have food for him today – he’s been going without and scraping by for days now. It’s a good thing we didn’t throw out the survival rations I guess. Fuck. Just fuck.
About Morning Knits
I believe in and practice positive living. I love YARN, cooking, music, bird watching, herbs, and gardening. I am passionate about YHWH the Elohim of all the earth. I believe it's our responsibility to tend that earth. I basically do my thing in a quiet, amused way. I believe in laughter, and the power of combined prayer. I am a true homebody.
I have 6 kids, all home-born and successfully breastfed. They are all grown. I'm the oldest of 9, daughter of a missionary mother who lives in Kenya, and I have a spoiled service dog and 2 rescued cats.
Right now, there is balance after yrs of unemployment. My disability was approved due to degenerative discs, fibromyalgia, and obesity. That last is hard to say. I believe we owe it to ourselves to protect our mental health. It's precious and the one thing we can control. I would rather not do my own housework and I talk too much. I bought a house in North Carolina which I ended up leaving for my husband to sell. I'm a two-time caregiver. My husband and I are separated due to stroke complications and personality difficulties.
I am in Texas now. The one place on earth I said I'd never go unless Yah moved me there and HERE I AM! G and I are sharing a small apartment and so far, things are going well.
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