Ive been offline for several months now. I just got internet back 2 weeks ago. I wrote this as a Christmas letter, but decided it was too depressing to send. No need to send comments. I know you want to say something, but really, Im depressed enough already. Happy Holidays 2014 Hello All My Loved Ones, This has been a really rough year for me. It’s been so bad I hardly know where to begin. Last year I stayed in St. Joseph thru Christmas before heading back to Texas. And it was such a wonderful Christmas with Jen, Ryan, and all the kids that I really didn’t want to leave them, especially knowing I had another grandbaby on the way, another little girl. The more I thought about it the firmer became my conviction that I needed to be in St. Joe instead of Texas. Glenn and I argued a little about it, and he said that he refused to even consider moving to Missouri, and that I would have to choose. So I did. I chose my daughter and my grandkids, especially the one I hadn’t even met yet. In March I moved all my belongings to Missouri, and in the mean time Glenn bought a mobile home in one of the retirement parks down there. A few weeks after I arrived in Missouri, I got an email saying that he had filed for divorce. Yes, an email. The first time we set up a conference to discuss a settlement, he broke down into tears and cancelled the divorce. The thought of losing one penny of “His” money was more than he could take. I didn’t really care at that point whether we were married or not. I don’t intend to do any dating, and I had already given him my blessing to do so because we weren’t physically close anyway. But I guess he got lots of sympathy from the hundreds of single older women in his park, so he changed his mind and decided to file for divorce again. Jen and I sent him what was a very reasonable division of assets plan, but he responded with an accounting of every penny he had ever spent on me, no matter what it was for, and said I owed him around $400,000. He even went so far as to say that I had borrowed all that money from him. Now we are still somewhere in divorce limbo Who knows how or when it will all work out? He has left me with all of the community debt, and before I knew about the divorce I was already in the process of buying a house big enough for all my furniture and stuff. So now it’s a monthly struggle for financial survival. My house turned out to be a money pit. I bought it in foreclosure, so could not get any inspections done beforehand. It turned out that all the wiring was old knob and tube, all the plumbing had been frozen, it needed a new roof, as well as some structural repairs. It is all taking forever. My first 2 months here I had a portable camp stool attached to the sewer hole in the bathroom with a garbage bag. The day before Thanksgiving I finally got a real toilet. I had 3 working plugs, so I could plug in my fridge, micro, Keurig, and a light. Then it got cold. The electricians came back and put one outlet into each downstairs room so I could plug in electric heaters borrowed from my church family. It was barely tolerable on the really cold days in November, but now I have half of one of my new heat pumps working, and with the weather being fairly reasonable I’m much warmer. I just have to figure out how to pay my $800 electric bill. Theorhetically , two days from now KCPL will come to hook up my new 400 amp service so I’ll have plenty of heat by then. The plumbing is all roughed in, but still no running water except for the toilet. Right after New Year’s the insulation people are supposed to come. That was yet another surprise – no insulation. And then right after that the drywall guys are supposed to come. As soon as the upstairs is done, I will move up there so they can do the downstairs. Then we can paint and the electricians and plumbers can come back and finish everything up. Meanwhile all of my stuff us either stuffed into the basement or a storage unit, and everything here at the house is covered in plaster dust, with chunks falling daily from the ceilings from in between the laths. Also during this time period, I have had two more back surgeries. In March they had to replace the needle lead to my neurostimulator with a paddle lead, so I wouldn’t get stabbed in the back all the time, and then in October they put in a morphine pump. We still don’t have all the kinks worked out of the system yet, but we’re working on it. At least they took out the blood pressure medicine they had put in my pump. The last time they checked before taking it out, my blood pressure was 110/05. Yup. That’s zero5. I was like a zombie, dead but walking. There were a few mishaps at the beginning with the camp stool, but I’ll save you from the grossness of that My beautiful new granddaughter was born on June 11, and she is a doll, very smart, and going to be very tall. She’s just 6 months old and already in 12-month clothes because of her height and big feet. And she will be walking very soon. I enjoy every moment I get to spend with her, as well as with Anna, now 6, and Ryan now 9. They are excited about my new house because they will have a playroom in the attic, Anna will have a dollhouse room under the stairs, and we will have a full-time art studio. Anna and I are in Brownies, and we are going to host a crafts club this summer. I need lots of prayers and long-distance hugs, and hopes for a speedy end to this divorce so I don’t have to file bankruptcy. Love, Pattie, Bear, & Gus
Posted on: Sat, 17 Jan 2015 20:46:00 +0000
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