they do everything

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.

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About Green Jean Granny

I believe in and practice positive living with a bit of a barb it seems. I love YARN, music, reading, history, and gemstones. I am passionate about the Earth. I am a true homebody. I've said I was Pagan for years to separate myself from a churchy upbringing and judgmental family that left me outside of its beliefs. I believe it's our responsibility to tend and protect the Earth. I basically do my thing in a (not so) quiet, amused way. I believe in the power of my own hands, the energy of combined prayer, and caring for the earth. I attend a nondenominational Christian Church. I have 6 kids, all home-born and successfully breastfed. The oldest 5 are grown. The youngest is attending Community College and living at home. I'm the oldest of 9, daughter of a missionary mother who lives in The Republic of Congo, married to the son of a preacher, with 3 spoiled dogs and and an add on (my daughter's pit bull lives here for a bit while she hikes the Appalachian Trail. Right now, there is small balance after yrs of unemployment. My disability was approved due to degenerative disc disease and fibromyalgia. I believe we owe it to ourselves to protect our mental health. It's precious and the one thing we can control. I dislike my own housework and I talk too much. I bought a house in North Carolina and after trying to get my husband here for 6 months, he had a stroke. I'm a two-time caregiver. Steve's got hemiparesis and diabetes and is learning to walk and trying to use his right side again. It's slow going. Our 10 kitties were rehomed by rescue after his stroke.
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