Something on your “to-do list” that never gets done.

Hands down. My VA disability claim.

Trust me. I’m well aware of the fact that this should have been done when I transitioned out of the military.

But what happens when your husband at the time forces you to move to Nevada and you are forced to go into the IRR because the Air Guard doesn’t have an open slot for a cook? Let us not mention, he was an Army administrator. He knew the process. Not once in our 17 year marriage did he offer to help me.

Nah, apparently impregnated me when I had very clearly state I did not want to go through that again.

Now, I sit here beyond frustrated again. Not only am I somehow locked out of ID.me, again. I am not sure how my phone number and email address are constantly wrong. But I’ve also go no way to access the application without verifying myself first.

There are a lot of other things that also need to get done but tbh, in my advanced age I am having troubles doing simple things anymore.

Lord knows I haven’t been able to keep a job since my military retirement.

No one wants a washed up line cook. Here soon I will have to pawn my phone just to be able to eat. Then I won’t be bothering all of you anymore.

Most days it’s a fight just to survive, to convince myself that there is a place in this world where someone could care enough for me to just keep me.

Daily Panhandling, because I’m not above begging to round out $3 for a double cheeseburger. I really fucking hate this life.