My husband got fired for, besides other things, drinking on the job. I had to pry that out of him. Now we have no income and have our house for sale. Luckily, we have the cabin in the woods, but it's only 600 s.f. and we have a 2,000 s.f. house full of furniture. So I'm here making sure the house is spotless- touch up painting, etc. and he's out at the cabin building us a big storage room. It has finally sunk in that our lives are completely in every way going to change. We will be in total solitude. The closest grocery store is 15 miles. I have so much acid on my stomach I'm taking the equivalent of Prilosec twice a day and munching tums like candy. I have literally had to force feed myself just for the little energy I have left in me. I am nauseous every waking hour. And it is manifesting itself by making me feel totally exhausted 24/7. I don't know why I'm writing this- no one can make my life the way it was. We are moving from a very nice neighborhood to raising f'ing goats- no shit. I guess I'm just having a pity party. Whats more, My husband has been lying to me for months that he was sober. We've been together 11 years and he knows that lies are my hate. He had finally earned my trust after the last batch of lies and now I find out he's still a liar. And now a lying goat farmer. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
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