It has been one week since Mary kicked me out of the apartment, that I called home for seven years and eight months. She just put me out on the street. Some thanks for taking care of mom for seven years and eight months.
I am still having a problem with getting my mind wrapped around what happened. Why did she have to be so evil. I did not get, not one thank you from either of my sisters for taking care of mom. I just don't understand.
Time to start looking for a job.
In the kind of work I have done, most of my life. The jobs came to me. I did not go looking for work. Now I have to learn to look for empolyment. You know that I have never interviewed for a job. I have always been the interviewor, not the interviewee.
This is going to be a new experience for me. Wish me luck.