I am highly
disappointed in my new phone, I can't get on the web browser or send and
receive picture texts. Why? Because there are no browser settings through AT@T for this particular phone.
At least not that I can find.
I called AT@T, they really were awesome and spent nearly 2 hours on the phone with me tryin to fix it, they finally called LG.
I will never ever buy another LG, for one thing, their products suck, after doin a LOT of research online, apparently a hell of a lot of people have this same problem and NOT just with the LG Chocolate.
Another thing, their customer survive SUCKS, made me feel like they just couldn't be bothered.
Told us that there is nothing I can do, there is no way.
The man from AT@T pretty much said that is BS, otherwise they wouldn't sell any phones, if it's an unlocked phone there HAS to be a way.
But anyway, in November I can upgrade, this is so pissing me off.
My neighbor's daughter had surgery yesterday. Tracy is a severely mentally handicapped woman, near my age, a real sweetie. Last week, she fell getting out of bed, then her one leg and arm just weren't working right.
They took her to the ER, the idiots diagnosed her with drop-wrist syndrome, whatever that is. Her mother thought she may have had a stroke, but the ER DR. (if you can call him that) dismissed it and said no, and sent her home. No MRI, no cat scan, nothing.
Within a few days, Tracy deteriorated to the point she couldn't even get out of bed, and scared her Mama when she couldn't wake her up.
They took her to a different hospital.
The prognosis, a cancerous brain tumor.
Yesterday at 7am she went in for surgery. I talked to her sister last night.
Tracy made it through wonderfully. They got 99 to 100% of the cancer, she will have to have chemo and radiation and physical therapy, but last night she was laughing, said her name and was able to move her arm.
The doctors say she will recover 100% which is awesome.
My problems are nothing compared to that, but I wanna complain anyway.
I happened to get Saturday, the 4th of July off suddenly when my co-worker asked me to switch Saturday for Sunday.
I went with it.
My friend L texted me on Friday and she asked me what I was working the weekend and what time I got off. I told her, she then said, come up here with me, bring an overnight bag, and hang with us.
Yankee was supposed to work Saturday, and I had no way to get in touch with him since I had his phone, so I thought no big deal and went.
I drove over an hour to get there, we went to the Martinsville, VA speedway and I was surprised and super excited to find out that Phil Vassar was giving a free concert!
We went to the concert, afterwards walked through the carnival, left and went and got something to eat.
Went back to L's friend's house, sat up and talked till late and eventually crashed on the couch.
I had an awesome time.
The next morning I woke up early, left L a note and left.
Got home to find Yankee sitting on the porch waiting for me, pissed as all get out.
He didn't freakin believe me.
I finally told him, who are YOU to question me? I did NOTHING wrong, call her and ask her!
Finally came down to this: he thinks I'm a lesbian.
WTF.
Whatever.
I finally just went with it, whatever, you wanna believe that, then go ahead.
I have nothing against lesbians, shit, one of my best friends is one, but this really takes the cake, ya know?
He finally calmed down but was in a weird mood all weekend.
Combine that with my severe PMS and the weekend for me was barely tolerable.
On Monday night, he was whining that his life would be over if he lost his job.
He then said that WE would move back to PA, since there are no jobs here.
I felt my face and body stiffen, that mulish, stubborn feeling coming over me.
I AIN'T MOVING BACK TO PA!!!!
He went back to Charlotte yesterday morning.
I have sat and thought about this for the last day.
Ya know this isn't just about him like he mistakenly thinks. This affects me too.
I gave up everything to move here. For him.
Ironically, I gained, not material things, but I gained...ME.
I do things now I never in a million years thought I would ever do. I travel...by myself. I have friends now, I have a LIFE!
I go to concerts, baseball games, outings, to the drive in or cinema, out to eat and have a LIFE.
I am terrified that if I move back I will revert back to who I was. A person who was withdrawn, socially, who sat in the house and did pretty much nothing, had no friends basically.
I know logically it's not the place, but my heart says that if I go back I will become so withdrawn and depressed, because I am not where I want to be, where I need to be, that I will just give up.
When he said this, I sat there, my face stiff with rebellion, unable to say a word, afraid that I would lose control if I said anything.
I miss my kids and grandkids terribly, but I have found myself here, and each day is a new day, a new beginning, my outlook on life is so much better, my self esteem has grown, I have grown in ways I never would have imagined, I laugh more often, smile most of the time now, real smiles, not forced.
If I move back, my heart and mind says I will give up the most important thing of all.
ME.
We should know something more about his job soon, if worse comes to worse, I need to stand tall and not give in...and that means my marriage will be over for good...I see my choices as stand with him and keep my marriage...or stand alone and retain my sense of self.
There are worse things than being alone.
