Lately I can't shake this feeling that I just want to say to hell with everything. I seems like I can't take the pressure anymore.My guy was in a facility only 6 blocks from my home. To speed along his programing, he was transferred to a facility where he would be able to get into his programs sooner, thus making him eligible for parole sooner. Yeah, right. All that's managed to do is cause our visits to be cut to once a week if we are lucky enough to able to afford to go. Not like it's right down the street anymore. Now it's a couple hour drive.I'm sorry. I know this is just one big personal pity-party for myself, but I gotta get it out. I missed a visit with him today that I was really looking forward to because I have managed to lose my wallet, so have no I.D. which also means that my bank card is also missing, so I have no access to even my money, or anyway to replace my licence. I told the dmv I lost it, and asked them what to do. they told me to bring in a valid form of I.D. and $25. How in the hell am I supposed to bring in an I.D. when I just told you I lost my damn wallet?!?!?!?Like I said, I'm sorry to complain so much,but I miss him so very much and my heart is breaking thinking about how long it may be before I get to see him again. Thanks to anyone who reads this. I just needed to talk to someone, and no one else really understands like the people here.
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