Life rolling down the hill

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When I was growing up, I always tried to be nice to others. I got in trouble a lot but usually it was the result of my sister doing something or starting something; she would get away with it because she looked like such a little angel whereas I always looked like a little devil, and I guess as time went on, I began to fit the title. Later, I became a teacher and I had great empathy for the children who were always getting in trouble, especially the ones who had the rep and were just naturally suspected of doing the crime before there was any proof. These children, were, in fact, always given to me because I had so much success with them; I would stand up for them when no one else would, including their parents. And knowing that I believed in them made a difference to these kids. So, I think I have always tried to help people during my lifetime. But Karma obviously doesn't agree. Over the last few months, my luck has been so bad that I keep on thinking that nothing else can possibly go wrong...but I am so mistaken...my life just keeps getting worse. I won't bore you with everything...there are sooooooooooo many things...but here are a few of the highlights. First, I have a brain aneurysm which was accidentally discovered a couple of years ago. The doctor thinks it was probably caused by a brutal assault I suffered at the hands of two men a few years ago, which left me partially handicapped. I've learned to live with these things. And I have a good team of doctors watching the aneurysm. Ok, so two months ago we were about to get a 3 year renewal on our mortgage and at a lower rate. Suddenly, that person no longer works there and we are told we cannot have any mortgage and we will need to sell our house and move or lose it. After two months of haggling with them, we now have a 6 month mortgage and have 6 months to find a buyer...or/but the company might possibly renew with a 3 year mortgage at the end of the 6 month term. Whoopee! Canada always has a long weekend in May on the Monday preceding the 24th. Well, our Rottie who is 12 and very, very friendly started limping with his right front leg on the Saturday of that weekend. By the Monday, his leg was swollen to twice its size. (He is on special meds for his back legs since he lost total use of them last year.) We went to see the vet on the Tuesday, but they fixed us up with a brand new vet who had never worked with a rottie before. (Even a little boy in the waiting room had patted our dog's head.) Anyway, she swiped past his bad leg and then his head and he snapped at her. Immediately, she's teling everyone that our dog had bitten her...no blood, no bandaid...and she wrote vicious dog on his chart. As she handled his leg, it was really obvious that she had no idea of what to do. She was too new to be working alone. Later, I told the office girl that I didn't want my dog to be seen by that vet again. My dog was kept overnight so that x-rays could be taken and we picked up our dog the next day. Due to what was writtn, the next vet, who had not handled our dog before, was nervous about even going near him even though he had on a muzzle. That night at 10 p.m., the main vet called, whom my dog has seen for years, and said "I hear you had problems with Dr. ***" I replied, "Yes, but I want to discuss the x-rays." He said, "I personally hired her so I'm dumping your dog from my client list." Just like that. So much for love of animals. On top of that, even though we had paid for x-rays, etc., they wouldn't release them, saying that the x-rays were their property. We had to pay almost $500 to go to another vet to have new x-rays, etc. done so that treatment could be started. With everything that is going on, I have been acting really horrible and weird. Personally, I thought I was going crazy with some of the things I was doing and I am pretty certain my husband shared my opinion. He missed a few days of work to stay home because he was so concernd about me and what I might do. Anyway, we go to the doctor and find out that I am suffering from severe depression. I honestly can't believe that depression has made me do some of the things that I have done. I would have thought that I would be depressed but I have gone beyond that...I asked my husband for a divorce, told him I hated him... At this point, I should also mention that there had been someone on here who had been stalking me and this was the reason I was staying away ao much from the chat sites. The abuse from this person led to a lot of my depression but I believe the problem has been solved. The sad part is that I lost my best friend in the process and due to what she was saying and doing, I betrayed her trust a thousand times worse than what she could ever do to me. Well, speaking of my husband, with all that has been going on, he now has an ulcer. I feel just horrible. I feel as though it is all my fault. And it is.... And, finally, last night, our pump went and we don't have any money right now to get a plumber. We need our toilets, our shower... Can life get worse? Of course and I'm just waiting to see what will happen next.