Today sucked. It really, really sucked. Instead of finding out when the insurance company MIGHT settle, I'm still sitting here in limbo waiting. Why? Because the building company that promised to have their report in LAST THURSDAY had not submitted it. Blaming it on 'incorrect data submission' they promised to have it fixed and in by today. Yeah, right. Like I believe that. Like I believe anything, anymore.
At the end of the day, all these people get to GO HOME. They get to be with their families, surrounded by their lovely things... AT HOME...
What do I get? Fucking excuses. More fucking excuses.
I don't GET to go home! Because my home is a fucking derelict, burned out, shell. A fucking eyesore. A bitter fucking reminder of everything I have lost! The mold is growing thick and adding to the acrid charred odour. There's rubbish and broken and smashed and violated things lying all over the yard. My beautiful garden is a fucking jungle of weeds and shit. My beautiful fucking home is FUCKED!
At the end of the day, I can't go home. I don't have a home.