Posted: Aug 27, 08 10:28pm
I had a decent job, enough money to pay most of the bills and still go to the car show. I had a few people who, I thought, were my friends. I had a car (old truck actually). I don't have any of those things anymore. Not since this pain took over my life.
As a yankee woman, living in the deep south, I was doing okay for myself. I landed a job with a trucking company who had never hired a female driver before. I worked there almost 2 years, until my back gave out.
It's been twelve years since I worked a regular job. I'm on disability and just scraping by with the bills. I moved into a low-rent housing unit for the elderly and disabled. Can't afford a car anymore, which limits where I can go and when. Most of the other tenants are okay to talk to, but I can't really call them friends. All the men are either alcoholics or twenty years older than me.
I really don't mind living alone, but it would be nice to be able to go an event with someone, instead of by myself. Just sitting by the river would be more interesting with a friend close by.







