I'm still struggling, but I think that is how everyone is. That weird reality that has begun to form hasn't helped matters and it's ... I've had a bad time of it due to my own mental health. I already dealt with anxiety and clinical depression before my husband passed suddenly in July of 2016 but it seems to have only gotten worse and now they've added PTSD to the mix. Which I guess is a given.
But what scares me most is the financial side of things.
He died without a will, without life insurance, with no 'plan' really and I'm left here trying to not fall apart. I KNOW I do not have it as bad as most, I don't have children and my family has done their best to be with me and help however they can.
But I'm staring at my bank account of being -300 in the hole and with barely a $100 in my savings that I CAN'T touch and a week til pay day and that will all go towards bills and then there is Wells Fargo who our mortgage was through who have given all the hell. Until January they would not even discuss the mortgage with me, claiming I was not authorized. I was his fucking WIFE dammit.
Then as if by magic, someone went 'Oh yes you are.'
Not a single bill for our mortgage has been sent to me since Chris passed. And I am.. my memory sucks, I do not do well unless I have a physical bill staring me in the face. They have kept saying that they are sending them and I've verified the address and just...
I'm working so damn hard and I never have a break and I feel like it will never stop.