At thirty five, I have become a woman who is no longer concerned with jewelry and fashionable clothing. I am a wife, a mother, and a teacher who has realized that thinking about the aesthetic sections of life are no longer needed in such a fragile existence. Please don’t think I am quoting Camus or Satre, I am simply trying to underline the overall role I must play during this crazy time.
I met Edward, now my husband, in nineteen-night-five, and even though our relationship has been a turbulent ride, we have been able to establish a set of rules. We decided to be honest, trustworthy, and supportive; after years dating, we were married in two-thousand-three. I questioned my love several times through the years, we experienced the “seven year itch” more than once, we struggled managing our finances; but in the end, we still supported each other. When our daughter Cecilia was born in two-thousand-four, we realized that our lives no longer orbited around us–Cecilia became the center of our lives. My husband breathed for Cecilia, and I lived for her along the way. Now that she is almost turning five, my husband is running out breath and my eyes have been blinded by our existence. I have not lost faith, but I have lost hope.
I have faith in God, and I have always worshiped his love in my own way. However, when Eddie was laid off, my faith transformed into a marble on a large wall that everyone is trying to chisel. The more I read, the more I find people losing hope. The hopelessness I feel has transformed the outlook I have on my own existence, and not many people understand how I feel. I can’texpect my friends to understand completely, but when one of my friends sent me the quote, “Good things come to those who wait;” I could only think there was an absence of empathy. I know I must wait! I know that eventually things will get better, but the empty message was just enough to sent me over the edge. I apologize to those I may hurt, but Confucius’s advice is not the sort of support we need!
”You don’t understand how to live when you have not walked in another persons shoes. If you have no words to support a person who is suffering due to this economic crisis, then just shut it! Maybe you would like to explain things to my bright daughter on why we can’t pay bills! Maybe you would like to breathe for her or see through her eyes if and when we loose our home! If others fail to be honest, truthful, and supportive to families struggling through the same ordeal as we are, then maybe they should establish new rules on how not to lose hope when there is lack of hope!
Filed under: 1, The Economy | Tagged: economy, friends, lay off, loss of hope
