Facts

I see just how futile it is to even entertain this rubbish. I'm only giving it fuel.
I'm depressed by it all, the struggle with my health, CG's health (triple by pass a year ago ), and the great distance we must travel to see Specialists, Papa, who is essentially my father dying in hospice and at the mercy of a wife who is exacting retribution, the grandmother's intense neediness and trouble/ drama making, step children who don't speak to their father because he married me, my sons and I hardly making contact because of their confusion about why we have actually put ourselves through this, my mother resenting me for 'leaving' her and coming here to 'look after the woman who destroyed her marriage to my father', and being tricked to come here in the first place and this woman is never 'going into care to be with her husband'.

Because of the move here, from the tip of Australia, and what with the market doing what it is doing, the fact that this place doesn't exactly have jobs available -- one supermarket in the entire place -- we are strapped for cash to move and get to hell out of here. We are ,for the moment, stuck. Financially, physically, and spiritually.