Sharing a household where things aren’t organized or run as I’d like. It’s temporary at least.
Living with addiction. The threat of relapse/backsliding still terrifies me, even as I learn I still don’t accept everything counseled me, I’m not nearly as supportive or patient as I want to be.
My credit has been destroyed by co signing for someone who repays badly. I’ve almost a year to go before the yoke is lifted and I can rebuild a little. In the meantime I’m angry I can’t do for my own household what I’d like.
Where I live. There’s no reason for me to remain here any longer since my investment went belly up. The stress is we must wait until my fiancee’s youngest child graduates high school. While here, I cannot do the line of work that makes me a decent living, I can’t contribute as I’m capable of. I hate making crap money. I hate people doubting if “I’ve still got it”.