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without wheels and survived

 I didn't think i was going to.  

My daughter sent money to my venmo account because she didn't want me riding a bus to work in this heat, and because, she said "you have lady ankles" and shouldn't be walking that far.

So for a week I was transported to and from work by UBER.  Mostly it was quite nice.  I have a perfect score of 5, even though I've had this account for years.  I was mostly picked up in an upgraded vehicle with ice-cold air on....it was wonderful.  Only one ride was questionable.

My friend Doug picked me up and brought me in one day, but I felt bad having him go out of his way.  On Friday, when I still had no answer from the car dealership when they would look at my car never mind fix it.......i freaked out.  So Doug came and got me, brought me to his wife Jens work where I took her vehicle so I could have wheels for the week.  

By the end of day Friday, the dealership had diagnosed and fixed the expensive problem of a new battery and reprogramming a new key fob because mine is busted.  Mind you, the battery was replaced by a guy I was seeing last summer, who also managed to take all the wax and color off the roof of my vehicle....long story but men have ruined my cute little ride, not me.  Anyways, she's ready to be picked up.

My friend Dwight and his girl picked me up the next day and drove me to the dealership, and waited until they got the thumbs up to leave.  In case there were any problems they said.

Last weekend my bestie made her husband pick me up and bring me to their house and she drove me home later.

The point is, the troops rallied and made sure I got to work and got out of the house.  They offered rides, money, their vehicle, and condolences.  I was not left to rot.

I'm very lucky in the family and friends department.  I'm very lucky in the work department.  I am grateful beyond words.

I still get bouts of hurt over the last MAN I allowed to make me feel anything.  Hurt or embarrassment?  One of those.  I still can't believe I was so wrong about him, that he was a lowlife ghosting asshole and not the man I thought he was.  At the same time, I'm in an easy place with my ex now and I never thought that would happen.  Maybe that needed to happen before I can find the right partner.  

If I ever bother to try again.


Life is good.  I should leave it alone. 

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