We needed many more good months and a lot less bad months but we finally paid off our debt. We got rid of the credit cards and we get a new house, just in time for another surprise, we were expecting our second child, my first son.
So number 2 comes along, we have a brand new 4 BR, 4 bath, 3 car garage, 1/2 acre lot, house. Things were looking good. We were not completely worry free, those bad months of small checks were hard to get caught up on. It's a vicious cycle, when you have a few months of missed or late payments, it takes triple that to get caught up, every payment just snowballs until that one big payment when you can get it all current. But we were making it.
During this time hubb's awesome manager gets replaced by sleaze bag manager number 1 (sleaze bag manager number 2 comes along a few months later). Quotas are difficult and hubbs is working like a MAD MAN, days, nights, weekends. He was proving himself as one of the best salesmen in the company, and is VERY competitive so he was driven not only by his new family, but also by the other agents. "Daddy doesn't like to lose." Oddly enough, no matter how great his numbers were or how far ahead he was , he continually got overlooked for bonus's. Hmmm, what's going on? Everyone (I'm talking corporate "brass" to fellow agents and even his own mgrs.) are telling me, ANY CHANCE THEY GET, what a fierce salesman my hubbs is, he qualifies for all the incentive trips, but nothing "extra", nothing to help move this growing beast in the right direction. However, other agents were getting bonus's left and right. They are not good at their jobs, they are not qualifying for the trips, they are not growing business, they are not meeting deadlines and quotas, yet they get the bonus. How is this possible, why are the weak links getting the rewards? What do they they have that hubbs doesn't have? Boobs. PERFECT.
Hubbs decides to give dipshit manager number 2 one more chance to show "some love", he has a heart to heart with him and asks what he needs to do to get some help from him. Dipshit number 2's answer? He needs to hire an employee. WHAT?!?! We can't afford that, but we have no choice, this is the only way dipshit 2 will give a book to him. We find a girl that seems like a perfect fit, eager to leave her job and start a new career. This was a HUGE mistake. The amount of money it takes to hire an employee is staggering and unfortunately, she proved that she was worthless. We paid her medical insurance even when we couldn't pay our own, we paid her taxes even when we couldn't pay our own and after a year and a half of suffering, Hubbs finally lets her go when he finds out we have been paying her to design the MOST intricate and amazing farm in farmville. And she was more than current with her posts on FB. She sucked us dry and gave us little in return (she was helpful in answering the phones and filing but we paid her MUCH more than that because she was to help build the books/sales). Epic FAIL. Thanks dipshit manager 2 any other brilliant ideas, dumbass?
Freshly "burned" by sap sucker employee and being passed up so many times by dipshit managers starts an avalanche of resentment and anger which builds and eats away at hubbs like a flesh eating bacteria. He starts to brew and boil, he is consumed by it and finally he blows up. He HATES his job, his fellow agents, his manager and well, just about everything else. Happiness, contentment and peace cannot find their way to him, he is suffering and falling, falling, falling into a deep, dark, ugly hole. Something needs to happen or its going to kill him.
We talk about me getting a job too, just for a bit, maybe even part time, just something to help with the finances so hubbs doesn't have to work so much. Just when I think I have him on board, we find out that we are pregnant again. We are ecstatic! We had actually been trying for this one, my daughter and I were hoping for a baby girl. I grew up with sisters and there is no better friend in the world. Number 3 comes along, a healthy baby BOY...no baby girl, no little sister. C-section number 3 at 39 yrs old? I think the baby train might "have left this station". He will be our last.
We adjust to the new little bundle and things are pretty awesome, something starts to change in me, I start to feel stable, I start to accept my role as stay-at-home mom. We have been volunteering for everything from girl scout troop leaders to sports coaches. We are involved with the schools and community, we are actively supportive parents, we're making friends and Mike finally reaches his goal of Agent of the year (for the ENTIRE company). Things are looking up, yay!
At 15 months old, my baby, my angel, my darling little boy, has his first seizure...
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