Well, I’m out of luck, again! Looks like there’s no welfare in the horizon for me since I failed to qualify. What was the deciding factor? I have a line of credit and, therefore, I have access to cash and, with this added to the formula, it totally disqualified me for any amount of financial assistance.
Tough Luck, Eh!
Meanwhile … …
… … back in Newmarket, Monica, my younger daughter, has gone away to someone’s cottage for awhile. Her instructions are not to tell me, her Mother, the names of the people she is staying with, where the cottage is and at this point I don’t even know how long she’ll be there. There’s no reply to my messages on her cell phone, probably because she’s been told not to waste money on long distance. So, how do I, her Mother, get in touch with her in case of an emergency?
I called Ava and left her another message asking her if she can tell me the whereabouts of her sister, Monica. There was no reply to my voice message.
How do people get away with doing this to a Mother? The gall of the people of Newmarket to treat a Mother (me) this way and brainwash my child into doing everything their way until I come to my senses and worship the ground the Newmarketeers walk on and kiss their a-----s! And yet they do get away with it totally due to the fact that there is no policing of these matters by the authorities. Yes, lets make it a group effort to drive this Mother (me) to suicide! It’s working.