When you get yourself into a bad situation, you think that you would sell your soul to get out of it. Then one day someone comes along and offers you something better. This someone isn't just anyone. It's someone that you have known and trusted for almost twenty years. This someone has been responsible for some of your best breaks.
Even though my father always told me, "Never do business with family or friends...when money is involved you can always count on your loved ones to fuck you over." How true. I despise money.
I went against my better judgment, because I wanted out of where I was, so bad.
The contract was never actually produced so it was never signed. The promises made have gone by the wayside.
The venture that was to cost us nothing, has now drained several tens of thousands out of our savings.
The great offer that was to deliver us from the bad situation has now officially become a night mare worse than our previous reality. Hind sights a bitch.
Ulcers, anxiety attacks, sleepless nights have become SOP.
I have never been so upset at myself. Dragging my family across country, on a promise and a hand shake only to make things worse than they were before.
Hanging by our teeth for the last eight months, we just can't hang anymore.
Never go against your gut. My gut told me to go slow. Instead I rushed in and got clobbered. I hate it when I do this kind of stupid shit. I knew better. Damn, I knew better!
The sound you are hearing: A dream being run through a meat grinder and tossed into the gutter to be forgotten.
I have spent my life following my dreams. Without them I have nothing to live for. I have had my hopes dashed and my heart broken many times. This time it feels much more personal. Maybe it's Mr. Man. I have to make sure that he is taken care of. I told myself that I could trust this someone because he knew I had Mr. Man to care for.
I walked right into it, wide eyed and blind. FUCK!