I walk around angry a lot. I'll probably have a heart attack some day. I know just like the patience thing I need to get over that to be done with it or the Big G man is going to keep send me more and more of it. I get it. And dontch know THAT makes me stomp about and huff and puff.
There is not a darn thing I can do and the control freak in me HATES that.
The lady that hit our car is not paying up. She's being sent to collections but I doubt she cares. I realize she may not have 2 dimes to rub together I get that. I get that she might have been distracted it happens. I don't know what I mean and I don't know what to say but it makes me angry.
I dare not keep a running tally of the money we had to kiss goodbye this year it would make me sick I am sure.