Grown-up actions

My brakes failed again this morning on the way to work. I had already told Scarlett to tell her teachers that I was not coming for the meeting this morning. I can not see the point of arguing with a bunch of bitches about promoting versus not promoting my daughter on the day before the last day of school. I will likely still petition the board of education with a letter from our psychiatrist, but I don't expect that to get us very far. I don't really want to think about changing schools yet AGAIN, but from here on out I will show no teacher at John Adams Middle any respect at all, nor will I show any of their administrators any respect. The stupid fucking vice principal who told me that children were passed based on grade numbers alone "We don't even look at their names" will be head principal next year. As long as they get their precious numbers, fuck the children and their maturity development.

So fuck them too.

I will be picking up a rental car today at lunch. This feels like the most adult thing I've ever done because I made the decision and performed the task completely on my own without parent or friend or family to help me. I can't really afford it, but there is no other way to take care of my daughter's needs. Brent's car died in the parking lot of Rite Aid last night, and he will be having it towed sometime today to the dealer for various expensive repairs. He has no idea what's wrong with it, but at least I know this is my brakes.

I got my car to the office, but barely, all the while thinking "We are SO fucked." Both of us without cars, and looking at expensive repair bills. It may even cut into my rent this month. I don't know yet. 

Sometimes it feels like karma or the Debbil or someone who hates me is throwing every bit of trouble my way in an attempt to get me to change my mind or change my ways or something. There are times when I feel like I should just go ahead and live with Brent for a while rather than forcing him to marry me first. Other times I'm not even certain I can stand to live with him. I think I'd better cling to that last statement for a while. Having No Brent is better than having Hell-Brent, and there's no way I'm inflicting Hell-Brent on Scarlett. 

Not now. 

Not ever.

I fucking hate being a grownup.

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 Went to get my rental car, and they wanted a bunch more forms filled out because I was using a debit card instead of a credit card.  My sugar was dropping so I couldn't focus enough to fill them out, and I was getting frustrated so I told them to just forget it.

I walked out, and a bird shit on my shoulder.  PERFECT.

I called Brent, who magically had his car repaired in the Rite Aid parking lot, and he came and got me, and fed me. 

It was too late to go anywhere else but back to work, however, he will let me use his magically repaired card this evening and tomorrow.  

I'm not being sarcastic about the magic repair.  The tow truck that came to get his car had the tools necessary to fix what was wrong with it, thus they fixed it in the Rite Aid parking lot for a total of $28 and no towing was necessary. 

Now all I have to deal with is my mother who is driving me up a fucking wall with this yard sale crap and my daughter who has broken her shoe at school and expected me to come and get her, take her home to get a new pair, and take her back to school. Um. No.

 

EDIT:  Magically fixed car is no longer fixed.  Brakes will cost over $200. 
MOM drove ALL THE WAY up here and got Scarlett another pair of shoes.  
A fool and her gasoline are at the beck and call of the fool's granddaughter.

I think my head is going to explode.