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Posted 02-03-2014 at 10:47 AM by OANST
I got a second job, and started that this morning. The last year has been financially difficult. Long distance dating, moving in together in a new place out in the country, pretty far from my job, trying to keep everybody from feeling like we can't do anything other than just sit in the house. I'm the happiest now that I can ever remember being. I have never loved an adult person the way that I love Stephanie, and I never imagined that I would. But I've been so stressed about money, that I can't enjoy it as much as I should. Soooo, second job it is.
I'm delivering newspapers in the morning before going in to work. I get up about 2:00 a.m., pick up the papers, bag them, and start driving my route. Not exactly hard work, and I'm pretty happy to be doing it. There's something deeply instilled in men that makes them want to provide, I think. Or maybe it's just my crazy puritanical upbringing. Either way, I can't be happy if I feel like my significant other feels in any way worried about money. Especially when that significant other is the type of person who gets excited going to the resale shop. The woman has no interest in spending money. She clips coupons, scours Craigslist, and uses as little money as possible to create the most amazing things, and to clothe herself, the kids, and me too. If I felt like she couldn't do that because I'm not bringing in enough money, it would drive me crazy. She does way too much to not be able to have things that are hers, to not be able to do what she wants to do. She makes me too goddamn happy to be stuck in a house all day with kids with no escape. So, yeah. Second job. I may be tired, but I can do this for us, I should do this for us, and I'm going to do this for us.