Practice

So I’m sitting here at my one son’s football practices. I wish I could be as into it as the other parents are, but embarrassment and depression keeps me from it.  I haven’t started back to work yet although I have a job. All the fears are still there. The eviction and the car and the minimum wage job isn’t going to make any of it any better.

I’m going to throw myself to the mercy of the social service for emergency rental assistance and hope for the best, short of that I have no plans whatsoever.