I dislike that I feel less of a customer at the bank Brenda and I tend to our financial matters with...
...due to the illness I carry with me from day to day - which is the same disease that caused me to lose the best job I ever had, I just am not bringing in the monies that assisted us in living. Like when I worked at Starbucks, or even when I maintained two J.O.B.'s, just a short few years ago. AND facilitate two support groups for Incest Survivors and Survivors of Sexual Abuse.
You see, back then I was one of "their" customers with the CD's, Money Market's. Savings, Checking, etc., etc., all things were different. I share with you this right now, our Representative would rush out of his office to greet Brenda and I.
It is necessary I live without the tools I need to assist me with hearing or the lack of hearing, safety alarms, telephones I can use and enjoy, and security.
Now when my wife and I suffer with financial issues. Now while downtrodden, with the Meinier's et al, it's a whole different game, Hun. It's almost as if I am being kindly asked to fuck off.
I may not be able to actually attend to our business's matters right now, but I bet I'll be more of an assistant to the one who does. My Spice Wife. I am so sorry, my dear BFFF!!!
John Wayne, get your ass over here. We gotta go see Sir Dude...
...and ewwwwwwww damn it! I think I might could use some one on one time right about now! Bless Sir Dude's heart...
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