Patience is paper thin.

This morning in church we talked about struggles, and how everyone is either coming into, leaving, or in the middle of a crisis. It's no secret that my struggle has been my job, but what isn't widely known is the list of whys. Why I must get out. But I have been very patient and continue to persevere. I always think of how lucky that I am employed while seeking another job, vs. one of the thousands laid off and wondering if the unemployment check will be enough to pay bills.

After I left church, I took myself out for lunch (yeah, the boys will be home tomorrow!), and as I was pulling into my neighborhood, guess whose car I spotted? My boss' car. Ugh. He sold his house at the beginning of the month and has been looking for a new place to live. He casually mentioned one day last week, that he may have found a house to buy in my 'hood. He didn't say there would only be one house separating me from him. One house between my happy family and his creepiness.

This is where my patience has run out. I'm going to freak on someone if his house deal goes through. This is all I have left, the sanctity of my home. I won't be able to go anywhere or even send my son outside to play without being filled with anxiety and fear that he is watching us. I realize this makes me sound like a crazy person, but trust me, he is a creep with a capital "C".

My patience is paper thin.


Ms. W said...

Oh, wow, that's strange. I don't know the situation, but it seems a little strange. Hopefully, it will all work out. :)