Hi everyone. Some of you know that about 3-4 years ago I moved from one state to another – about 4 hours away – to be closer to my daughters and their families. I was happy up there, I had my own condo, doctors, friends, church, and knew the town like the back of my hand. After 5 years of hounding me, I finally relented and moved down here ….. a big mistake. I see my girls once a week – I know I can't expect more as they have their own lives – live in a low-income apartment complex for reasons I won't go into now, and to say I hate living here. I've tried to find a job – for over 2 months, but at age 75 – well, as much as they say "you can't discriminate due to age", that's a lie. They can and they do. I'm healthy and enjoy working – part time would be best. I've been told to "volunteer" ….. this is going to sound awful, but if I'm going to work, I want to get paid for it. Money is extremely tight, and I am just making it, with a very tight budget. My girls are delighted I'm here, but I'm not. They know I'm sorry I moved, but speak about it not at all. They're not approachable about it …. they're just happy I'm here. I just cannot see myself living out the rest of my days living like this. The complex I'm .in has the typical low income problems ….. young girls being handcuffed and hauled off by the police, a known "drug building", totally disrespectful and foul mouthed kids – and I do mean kids …. some as young as 7 or 8, and some oddities which I won't go into. I never go out after dark – EVER. It's just not safe. So, I'm stuck. Due to money issues, there's no way I can move back to where I was (I lived there for 30 years), and to top it off my X-husband has a huge house only 15 miles down the road from me. I've been told I can reopen our case to receive alimony, but I know it would fracture my relationship with my 3 kids and I just can't do that. I did not ask for alimony when we divorced as I had a good bit of money, but then unknown to me, got caught up in a ponzi scheme which took over 3/4 of what I had. Truthfully, I just wish my time were up. This would be over, and as an Orthodox Christian, I believe I'd be in a better place. I see my therapist – in my old city – once a month ….. but you don't get much done in 50 min. a month.
Thanks for listening to an old lady gripe.