10/24/22 So here we are again. Six months after the whole world seemed to be full of rainbows and puppy dogs again. My dear younger daughter was on her way to success–new job, new apartment, good health, clean and sober.
Well, to make a long story short, the time off marijuana wasn’t enough to pass a drug test for the new company, and it was a dealbreaker. Not only that, the company she was working for was a subcontractor of the new one, and they dictated that she could work there either. So she was fired and sent into the abyss.
She’s hit as low as she could go–lonely, depressed, no job, broke, carless.
I’ve been helping her financially (rent, gas, utilities, food . . . ) and encouraging her as much as I can. I am grateful that she has her dogs; otherwise; I think she’s liable to take her own life. I know she’s been in touch with the old boyfriend(s) at times, and who knows what else she’s done to quell the loneliness. I don’t want to think about it.
The only bright light is that she enrolled in school and is passing all her classes. She’s managed to keep at least one friend (who is an ex-boyfriend, sigh), and is still here. I try to spend time with her to keep her company and get her organized, but I have to leave the rest up to her. She also seems to be sober, on her meds, and not smoking cigarettes.
I bought her a very old used car to help her get from point A to point B (she’s been in a rental car for months), but I want to put it in her name and put the insurance in her name as well. Unfortunately, she’s got a blemish on her driving record that she never handled, and it’s holding up her ability to get insurance and I don’t want to give her that car if that’s the case. It’s another $500 to shell out to get her straightened out.
I love this child, but she’s a friggin’ money pit and the cause of many arguments with my husband.