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So I'm going through a really rough time in my life right now. I'm stressed to the max and not quite sure what steps I need to take to keep moving. I highly doubt anyone is going to read this but I think it might help me some to release some of my issues. I'm in the midst of a divorce, homeless, with a child (She's almost 2), work is crazy, and this morning as soon as I woke up I learned that my uncle passed away yesterday. He never even got to meet my daughter. To be honest I wasn't completely crazy about him as a person, but he was my family. And no matter what I did he always told me how proud of me he was and that he would always love me. He was the kind of person that was really rough around the edges. He was a little hard to open up and yet he truly had good intentions. My poor Aunt Danielle (his wife) found him yesterday at their home, he was already gone. My grandma called me up this morning to explain what little she knew about the situation and asked me to help and to be there. Of all the people in the family, I feel like they always turn to me to be the strong one and to hold them up when they want to fall. I guess that's a good thing, but what happens when I need someone? I need support right now and yet here I am again supporting those around me. Not that I am saying I don't want to, it's just exhausting. And with so much to do otherwise, I feel like I'm losing myself. I don't know where I went but somewhere during my marriage I lost who I truly am. Sorry if all of this is a little confusing, my brain is so scattered right now. People laugh at me when I tell them I feel old, but it's true. It's like no matter what I do, there is so much weight on my shoulders. It was that I was to be a good wife and mother and take care of my husband no matter what, to cook, clean, work, take care of the baby, go to school, and somehow still muster up energy to have sex (although that didn't happen very often). Hell I'm not even 21 yet and already going through a divorce. And my poor baby girl seems frazzled too. I hate that I don't have a place yet. That I don't have her in a stable environment with a set daily schedule. It's basically get things done as they come up. And she deserves so much more than that. She deserves the world and I can only give her a spoonful. At times I wish I had stayed in California with my ex so I could keep her in her daycare program. She was excelling so well there and Mrs. Myra was absolutely amazing with her. Unfortunately I couldn't bring the program with me here to Florida. It would have been awesome if I could. I couldn't even afford to bring all her toys, all our belongings for that matter. It was $1400 to get a truck to deliver our stuff and another $300 for gas in my car that we piled up in, it was full of stuff, a baby, a dog, and my friend Antoinette that came with me. I'm not sure if you know how small the inside of a Scion TC is, but it's pretty damn small when you have that many people and that much stuff in it. Especially on a 3000 mile drive. Although I am proud of myself, I made it in 42 hours. Although I don't think I've gotten a real good night's sleep in over 2 months. Right before everything happened, I was happily married, so I thought. Ryan was out on the ship for a little over a month, I loved him with every ounce of my soul. Then I kept asking him if we could drive up to San Francisco for his stop on the ship but he kept saying no. I didn't really think anything of it, but when he was there, I learned later, him and a friend went to a bar and picked up a few girls and went back to their place. He still swears up and down he didn't cheat on me, but I'm sorry you don't go home with a girl from a bar and not do anything. I'm not exactly an idiot. Then the day he came back is when he told me that he had divorce papers drawn up months ago and he couldn't be married to me anymore. That three years of my life were a lie because he never had been in love with me and had only married me because he felt obligated. Can you imagine how hard of a slap in the face that one was? I think I still have a bruise from it. I was out of the house less than a week after and on my way here. There was nothing else for me there. The whole situation is like a big ass can of shit. It stinks and I don't even want to touch it with a 10 ft pole, but unfortunately I might have to dunk my head in. UGH. I don't know how I'm going to deal with all of this. Although I can see why people blog now, it's kind of helping me breath a little easier. I don't know how I'm going to deal with my Aunt Danielle. The poor woman is going to break down for sure. I feel like I'm going to have to keep my mommy face on with her too. It's bad enough I have to do that all day with my daughter. And now it has to stay on. Then I have to go into work too. Sheesh. Im sure, if anyone reads this, you probably think that I'm just bitching about normal life stuff, but you have no idea how stressful my life has been. I'm not saying that other people's lives aren't or that there aren't people out there that have it worse, because I know different. But for me, it's been nothing but fall after fall after fall. I sometimes can't believe I have the strength to get back up sometimes. I will most likely write again after I get off work and if I have to, see my Aunt again. But I have to get a shower and get my game face on to go deal with my family tragedy. Bye.