Life has been hard lately. I don’t have the monopoly on a hard life, and the things that are hard are typical adult things, but it’s been hard. This year has been challenging from the start when we started our homeownership journey, but the past month has been especially tough. I sold both our cars and bought 2 more to try to fit our lifestyle and budget better. Selling cars is stressful, and buying cars is stressful, but now I’ve done 4 transactions in succession. The cars we bought came from out of state (for better deals), which has its own set of challenges (financing, registration, and the logistics of getting the vehicles). During all this, I’ve been trying to keep track of money in, money out, payoff balances, down payments, on and on.
My wife got COVID a few weeks ago and couldn’t work for 2 weeks, which strained our finances. Luckily she’s okay, and luckily we had enough in savings to cover her missed work, but since buying our house our emergency savings isn’t where it ought to be, and now we’re pretty low. During that time, in addition to trying to buy and sell cars and work, I was concerned with caring for her and taking care of the house.
I took delivery of my new-to-me commuter car yesterday. The dealership misrepresented its condition and outright lied about some of its features. I’m in contact with them to try to resolve this, and I’ll be in contact with my bank and a car shop on Monday to assess what all is wrong and if I have any kind of recourse, but chances are pretty good I’m stuck with what I got. Again, luckily, I have extra money from the sales of our cars to cover repairs, but I feel like a sucker. I feel like I was lied to, taken advantage of, made a fool of, and ultimately violated, even after all the questions I asked beforehand. I thought I was too smart, too skeptical, for something like this to happen to me. Fortunately, for now I’m able to borrow my coworker’s car, but ultimately this is my liability to sort out.
Additionally, there’s all the regular adult shit I need to make time for. I need to get my dogs vaccinated. I need to schedule a physical. I need to figure out the most cost-effective ways to make our house more energy efficient because our power bills are skyrocketing. Things like that. These are all things I can de-prioritoze, but they’re things that are swirling around in my head, or hitting me whenever I walk past something that reminds me. Besides, when is a good time to do them if there’s never a good time to do them?
On top of all that, I have intensive social engagements coming up the next 3 weeks. An old friend coming in from out of town and staying with us, a river trip with a group of friends, and a weekday back yard wedding a couple hours away. These are objectively good things, but they’re things I need to plan around and budget time, money, and energy for.
All this to say, I am exhausted. I am tired. I feel worn out and defeated. I want to have a pity party, I want to quit being an adult for just a little while. I can’t though. I’ve latched onto all these problems really tightly, and I feel like I can’t let them go. I can’t quit spouting off all the silver linings (at least we have money to cover it, at least they’re not emergencies, etc etc). Damnit, I just want it to not be okay for a little bit. I don’t want to overburden my wife. I know we’re a team. I also know I’ve been doing a bigger share of the teamwork the last few weeks between the car stuff and her being sick. When I start to resent that, I tell myself it’s not fair to her, and I need to continue pulling my weight. This isn’t a competition, it’s a mission. There are no days off. Even rest days are carefully planned to make sure nothing important is disrupted.
I feel like I’m whining. I feel like I need to have a better attitude and be grateful for all my blessings, because none of this is catastrophic, and these issues are all products of my good fortune. I told my therapist as much, and he said there’s no reason to pay him when I just told him everything he’d try to communicate to me. I keep thinking people out there have actual problems, and would trade places with me in an instant. I remind myself that I could have an actual problem at any time, unexpectedly, that would put my life on hold and put all this into perspective. My grandmother broke her hip a couple weeks ago, and I’m worried about my new car? I also recognize that all this is false, toxic thinking, and that my stress is real and I need to acknowledge that, but to what end? What does it change? Shit still needs to get handled. I want off the merry-go-round, but if I get off it will keep going and leave me behind.