Dec 02 2008
Out of the frying pan, into the fire…
Soo, a long time later…
We hopped into a Budget truck, moved across the Country again, and ended up back in PA. Back into my parents’ house. It’s a frying pan to fire situation. We are broke, stuck here, had a rough ride down (I drove the whole way, pregnant and crazy! lol). But everything is crazy.
This place just does things to people. Like, depressing, painful things. Peter and I are up in the boys’ room, which is the hottest room in the house. We are crammed on a little bed, which is comfortable enough, but which is too small. It’s not that we’re not grateful, because we are. But the strain has been tough on our marriage.
Stress like you wouldn’t believe, and chaos. The worst factor is the lack of Mass aspect. Peter needs to get to Latin Mass, and I need to be back in a stable Catholic Church of some sort. It’s rediculous. Our faith is so strained. And being the only Catholics in this house/atmosphere, we’re pretty alone. Dad decided last minute we couldn’t go to Mass last wk, because a storm was supposedly coming. Turned out, it didn’t, and hubby was so bitter, he was blaming me all day for the lack of Mass.
We’re hating it here, but we’re having to stay here for now. Better than TX, but just barely. But I am glad to be back in the North East, though I wish I was in NY.
Anyway, I am finding everything tough. I need to find a way to strengthen my faith, and get out of this place, and us out of this straining situation.
Or we’ll wither and die.
