Invisible Friends

You find out who your real friends are when you are down and out. I write for living and never use people's real names and one short blog came back to bite me unexpectedly. I have a blog called Dragonlady Speaks and one of my neighbors discovered it and went into a rage over a story about a man in a midlife crisis who self destructs. His wife tries to commit suicide so he dumps her for a woman 13 years her junior, he turns on his adult children and his closest friends.

In the same blog is another story about an elderly man who nearly poisons himself in his garden with monkshood because of forgetting to wear his gloves. Not to mention that I have a more personal blog about my husband who was hurt on the job and his employer had no workman's comp insurance.

I have lost nearly everything and started over again. We lost our house in late Fall of 2007. We stayed with a friend,theabove man's exwife for three weeks. All she wanted was my washer and dryer, after she paid me for them it was get out but yet she moved her exhusband's cousin right in. We were given the excuse that she could get evicted for letting us stay there. I stuck by this woman when her husband left her and now I feel totally stapped in the back. Now I fell a distrust of both her and her ex and couldn't believe it today when he showed up at my door. He greeted me with his hands up saying that he knewwe weren't on speaking terms but he needed his exwife's number over his truck plates. I gave it to him and it was exstremely uncomfortable between us.

I've made some bad decisions in the last 40 years but they were mine to make. I've lost my home and now live in a trailer park in an old ratty trailer that has seen better days but its a roof over my head. It is a temporary bump in the road but I did find out that I had no friends. Since we have lost our home our old neighbors don't speak to us, come by to see us, nothing. I sometimes feel like a ghost, invisible to everyone.