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((2009-07-22 - 2:43 a.m.))

This is the third time J has been laid off since I moved back to Arlington to live with him. That was August of 2007. It doesn't sound that long in years if you do some simple subtraction, but a lot has changed in that time. We have lived in this apartment for 2 years and just resigned the lease. It's not that we love the place, it's old and in a bad neighborhood and the air circulation is poor, but it is Our First Place. So it's always going to be sentimental for me.

J is not so big on the sentimentality. I think I always will be. His renting this place is what made both of us realize that he was ready to begin his own life and not merely play a role in our friend Pat's. I would not have moved back here (as much as I love him, I love Austin lots, too, and still miss the city all the time)if he weren't picking a place out for his new solitary life, and also picking a place that made it really easy for me to live there.

Anyway, he lost his job shortly after he helped me move back again. It was tough, but I had credit cards and we made it. Then he got another job and we managed to save $2000, half of which we spent to pay of our credit cards right before he lost that job.

So we lived on the rest of the savings and money that his parents loaned us (Oh, yeah, we got married in May of 2007. Which his parents paid for. We just wanted to have a backyard shindig at Ann's, but we were both very happy with their present of paying for our wedding in the Japanese gardens in the Botical Gardens in Fort Worth).

Anyway, that second time wasn't too bad and we didn't even have to break out the credit cards before he got a new job. We did, however, exhaust the rest of our savings. He worked there for 2 months before he got laid off, and here we are. No money in the bank, just resigned the lease here(mostly because of me. I DON'T WANT TO MOVE until it is the last ime, into our house), and today I just got a note from the bank that bought the bank that originally issued my credit card. Guess what they had to say?

They are cutting my credit line in half. Not beause of anything I've done in the time I've owned it (it was totally paid off at the time!), but apparently I need to purchase a copy of my credit report before I can even fight their decision. I am SO EXASPERATED.



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