Jeanne had to send her husband, Bob back to the mental hospital last night. He has been in about eight times before. This time, he said he needed to go because he was thinking of hurting her and their daughter. That puts a more sinister spin on things. He may not be able to come home this time at all. He may have to find a home to stay in. If that happens Jeanne doesn't know what to do, because she doesn't have a job, and she has been in so much pain from her back and foot that she doesn't know how she CAN get a job. The money Bob gets in disability would go with him to pay for the place where he would be living. The money her daughter, Sam, gets because of her cerebral palsy wouldn't even cover the rent.
I wish so much that I could do something to help. My heart breaks for her. Things are not good here, but they could definitely be worse. I am thankful that I have a roof over my head and things are at least stable enough that I can take my time getting in shape and getting a job (I hope so anyway). It just doesn't seem fair sometimes that such a wonderful person like Jeanne has to go through so much.
I just don't know what else to say. It is just so sad.
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