You're Invited: to my pity party

So yesterday I was getting all Down and Out in Beverly Hills on Husband while we were walking to the beach.

"There are seven stages to grief, and I'm in the anger one," I said.

"Oh really," Husband replied.

"Yes, I'm angry. Why, why us? Do we not deserve a good life? Do we not give change to people on the street and go out of our way to be nice and live by the code of 'kharma?' So WHY?"

"And it's a pity party."

That's when I give him the evil look, the "that's not helping look."

"I'm sorry," Husband said. "It's hard right now, but we're working on it and it'll get better."

"Will it? It will. Will it?" That's where I was yesterday. "It's just so... like my lawyer I work with she's, her life is so perfect. Like this weekend, she got to have a big bbq at her condo she owns, up on her rooftop deck that has misters. MISTERS."

"I'm sure it seems good from the outside, but it's easy to envy a life from the outside."

"Her life is perfect and easy," I pouted "our life is not."

And then today. I'm giving notice today and wanted to tell her first because I work with her the most, she's young a fun, she'd understand. After telling her the jist of the situation, including a little bit about moving back with my parents, taking a breathe and regroup break she said to me:

"Hey, it's hard this life thing. I mean, me the lawyer, my boyfriend with his good job and still there are times when the two of us can't even afford to buy groceries. And it's so easy to put it on the credit card, to try and forget about it but there are times that these things just catch up to us and we just have to figure out how to work through it. You're going to be fine. Better than fine, great."

Life...