I guess the stress started when they messed up Vance's pay by giving us two re-enlistment bonuses back in Feb. I was smart and put the mess up in savings since with the military you never know how they will handle their own fuck ups. Of course they stopped Vance's paychecks for 3 months. So we had to live off that to make it til we paid it all back. Plus remind you I was having lots of health issues with my pregnancy. Plus we were coming on our due date which added more stress. To add more to that our apartment in Colorado told us we had to move 3 weeks prior to our actually date to move to CT. So we had to move all of our shit to storage and live in a hotel from April 12 til May 2. I'm sure you can imagine how much it was to eat out and pay a hotel for that long. OH and the hotel didn't allow pets so I had to board our husky in a kennel for that time to. So add another 487 just to board her. Then moving day came and it took us 3 long days to get to ct. Gas is at it's highest. Every time Vance had to fill his car the pump would cut him off at 90 which didn't fill his tank. We had to get hotels on the way and sleep 6 hours so the kids/baby could get out of the car. We get here and the mover had put our shit in the warehouse which couldn't be delivered for 6 more days. Another hotel stay at Navy Lodge. Which was more money at this point. Our dog tore the hotel room to hell in one hour of leaving her alone in the room. So we still owe Navy lodge 400 I think the lady said. Not sure they are still repairing the flooring. God I was so embarrassed and I think I told them sorry more times then they care to hear. At that point I just wanted to throw my hands up and quit. Because I had hit my breaking point and didn't know what else to do. By the time we moved into our home in CT. We had ran out of money completely. I had to make our account negative to get some food for the month so we could eat. I didn't know it would be another month til we saw a check. We thought 2 weeks. Just 2 weeks, we can do this. Payday came and left no money in our account. The stress got more overwhelming. We had to borrow some money and pawn some stuff to scrape up enough to get a little more food. Which wasn't enough so I had began to skip meals so that my kids could eat. Because I rather starve then not be able to feed my kids. Vance had to go talk to several people to get his paycheck back. Which it should have already came back since we paid them everything back already. But no make us wait and suffer another 2 weeks..assholes. Pay day finally hits and I'm thinking yes we'll be fine now. WRONG. Our old complex decided to debit our account 738. Very unsuspecting. So now we are in the negative big time. They claim they will refund it but won't fax our bank so that they can correct it right away. No so our account is getting overdraft fees and every other fucking fee because of this bullshit. So now I'm shaking, throwing up and have chest pain from more stress. By the time they refund it which the bank says can take 10 days we will have tons of overdraft fees to pay. Because oh yea the bank still wants the fees from this bullshit. Can I just die now? Because I don't know how much more stress I can take. I wish we get some good news like the check would come in for our traveling/hotel fees. Anything. At this point I just want to give up and crawl in a ball crying. Funny I already can't stop crying. The kids luckily don't have no idea what's going on. So it's not really effecting them. But it's causing Vance and I to fight at times. I don't want to fight I don't want any of this. I just want everything to be fine again. I want to not stress about money or any more about this fucking awful move. I just want to be left alone from the outside world. My neighbors probably don't know what to think of us. I can't do any big social thing with them because I have no money too. But I also don't want to tell them what's going on because I don't know them well enough. Can we please just fast forward the weeks til all this shit is fucking fixed already!?! I haven't gotten my monthly friend from all the stress, I'm throwing up, I'm getting chest pains, I can't stop crying now. I just want this all go away already. I'm tired of pretending like our lives are fine. When really it fucking sucks right now.
I'm going to finish this vent so I can blow my nose and clean myself up. I'm covered in tears and I don't want my kids asking what's wrong when I leave my bedroom in a minute. Plus I don't want Vance to worry. *sighs*
