Just applied for SSDI for Mom. Got denied because she doesn’t have a long enough work history.
I think I cried all night after I got the letter.
Took a long walk this morning to clear my head. One of my last walks along my stretch of the beach/A1A.
Cried some more.
I don’t want to stay at my house. The construction will kill me if the sentimentality about leaving my little beach house doesn’t.
I wonder if this move will break mom’s heart. Or body. She’s been working so hard to pack and clean and organize so I can focus on That Thing That Takes Up Most of My Waking Hours.
But I can see her falling apart. And I can’t dash her hopes that Disability won’t come through. She needs that hope. It’s all she’s got.
Speaking of hope, I still haven’t heard from my new HOA and I still haven’t told Evil Landlady 6 the exact date she can take this place and shove it. She already plans to charge me a penalty but I’m going to fight it in court if I have to.
You know, because spending money on this dump and not say on mom is JUST what I want to do. Grrr.
I know the universe loves and supports me and wants to see me happy, healthy and successful. And that’s the only reason I haven’t yet fallen apart completely.