Saturday, August 22, 2009
As I sit typing this update on this hot, muggy Saturday afternoon (with no A/C no less), I am trying to figure out how to piece together my thoughts to make words, those words into a sentence and that sentence multiplied enough to convey the true scariness (is that a word? Must be...not underlined in red. Hmmm...) of our situation.
Ed is stressed, upset, leg jiggling in nervousness and his face has 'that look'--you know that look? Everyone's got one. The one you don't see often, where you feel everything he's feeling and you know it's best to just stay out of his way. Not like him to be so restless. To see his fear so palpable and unguarded sends shivers down my spine that reach clear inside of me and yank on my throat and my heart.
THIS is bad.
No call from our attorney, no E-mail--and another pay day with garnishments.
Something's got to give--and it looks like it's going to be our faith and hope that we could have a happy ending, not to mention more of doing without; struggling to put food on the table, gas in our cars, utilities paid--more less help put our recent high school graduate son through junior college.
The pure injustice of this--of the cruelty being exercised by our attorney's silence, ambivalence and apathy at a very real and high personal cost to our livelihood--is clearly taking it's toll.
I just don't understand....
We simply do not know what to do anymore...it seems our hands are tied. This has become unbearable.