The art of dating when you are in your 40’s is a perilous, soul destroying mission. I blame my misfortune with men on the 'fairy tale factor'... That never ending belief that love conquers all and that one day a prince will come.
Reality isn't even close to the fairy tale. Especially when the prince doesn’t just come with baggage – he comes with a bitter, money grubbing ex-wife clinging to his back like a hump.
I trot off to work each day, but only for 3 hours. Today I had coffee with my brother after work. Tomorrow I'm having coffee with my sister.
Being brain damaged is strange. My brain can do all the things it could before. I'm just as good at working out programs and thinking outside the box which has them impressed at work... But when it comes to speaking, I sound like an idiot!
Often, my brain can't think of a word. It's on the tip of my tongue! I used to think it was drinking, but it isn't. It is the brain. Stupid brain. Unless I get a job with the NDIA (national disability insurance agency) where they will understand, I doubt I'll ever earn enough bucks! And I've only got 3 years of wage insurance!
I've got to think of a way to get rich; and quick.
Well so much for my job. I have applied for several at the NDIA and I got a generic email back saying that I will be considered for one; so when they rang, I assumed it was that!
But it was a "client" thing.
So I got up early; showered and dressed. Learned my lines all week! For naught!
I said to the woman that I've been waiting so long I've almost got it! She said that once accepted, I'm accepted for life so I should do the plan and everything. That way, if they stuff up again but don't kill me, I'll already be in it.
I didn't realise that work was taking so much out of me. But I can only hang my head tonight, so exhausted am I!
Dylan came over for a drink and to get his pressy tonight; although I could barely keep my eyes open. Thank God, he's gone out for tea with his father! Tomorrow I'll be okay and he's coming for breaky.