There is some good news

But the bad news is first.

First up, the bastards addressed my redundancy letter to “Mr” Lara Nettle. Talk about adding insult to injury. Then, on further reading, I discovered, that as a relative as the director, my entitlements are capped. That means I won’t get all my entitlements – most, but not all. Just because Adam is my brother. Bloody hell! How did they find out ? I changed my name and everything…

Secondly, Mark had an utterly shit day at work today, and has realised that he can’t work out the rest of the term. He’s taken sick leave till the end of the term, and is considering resigning. He’ll get most of his time off covered by sick leave, but there will be about a week at half pay, and then holiday pay until Feb – even if he does resign. In Feb, he’ll either do casual teaching until he feels confident enough to tackle his own classroom again, or perhaps look at going back to IT. But we can’t rely on his wages into next year – and the need for me to get a job, a job that pays well, is now at the forefront of my mind, right there with making sure that the man that I love is healthy and happy.

Mark is the most wonderful man I have ever met, and I haven’t for one second ever regretted marrying him. And even though I expected that marriage would bring with it trials and tribulations, I am not sure that I expected this. When I was single, I went through some bad shit, but the consequences were never that scary – I could always rely on friends or parents to help me through a bad patch. But as a couple, a committed, serious, married couple, the consequences are compounded, and scary beyond anything I have experienced before.

OK, the good news.

I have a job interview with the devil on monday, and high hopes for a well paying (and hopefully fun) job that would start in late Jan. I also have a few other fingers in various pies, and we’ll see what happens.

I still haven’t had a good cry. Tonight we’re going to have dinner with Mark’s parents (bless them!), and discuss our options, and what we can do to support him through this. After that, I’ll pull out “The Joy Luck Club”, and have a good weep.