This is the closest I’ve ever been to suicidal.
This weekend, Minnie was diagnosed with torn knees. They want $2K a knee to fix it.
I came home today to find that after three years of Bank of America working on a “modification” of my home loan has decided that AFTER telling the Department of Housing that they approved me for HAMP, now they aren’t, and they want over $6K or I lose my house.
The stress is unbearable. I am shaking. The responsibilities in my life are great and I am breaking now. I don’t know what I’m going to do, and I’m scared. I’ve never been this scared, and I’ve never wanted to be here.
I don’t know where to go or where to turn.
I don’t know what to do.
I don’t know what to say.