It's Official, I am depressed.

Shopping therapy was brief escape from my mood. Thanks Nuttie! I (well not soley) wrecked my beloved momminit van. Yes, again. This time with some help from a young Hispanic man with no insurance, no license, no proof of anything but his papers from Mexico, breathing and being an idiot. Allegedly not his truck, the "alleged" owner somehow miraculously just bought said truck that very day (hmm, address he gave for the "alleged owner" ...LINCOLN.) Anyone wanna discuss the COLORADO plates that were on this truck? Now I know I haven't bought alot of vehicles, but I am pretty sure I haven't let anyone DRIVE them without me in the same city, let alone the day I bought it, before I could insure it or anything. It's all bullshit and now I get screwed. Happy Friday the 13th.

SO now I sit and worry that our insurance will dump us. Cause this would be 2 accidents in less than a year. I want to hide in bed. But apparently that is a luxury only allowed to Hubby. Yet I am supposed to keep on a happy face and not be mad about it. I can't. I want to hide. I want to cry. I want a do over.

I want the dog to nap. I want the kids to nap. I want to get in my van and drive away.

I need a therapist. I need medication.

Sorry this post was dreadful. Pictures are taken but I can't bare to post them and look at them again. No one was hurt thank God. But it feels like the last straw has broken ME.