WE BOUGHT A HORSE

today was a good day

Years ago a loyal reader helped me get a job.

She is great.

The job was great

The two main boss men?

Well,

To describe them as ‘men’ is being generous.

The title doughy, gormless coward does not show up in any pronoun chart, but these motherfuckers should come with a warning label of some sort.

When I got the job, I wanted to buy my daughter a horse.

My reader knew this and figured that this job might be just the ticket to get us there as a family.

The job was enough to cover a partial lease.

Then I got fired.

Being fired from the job?

Well.

That nearly broke me.

It, as well as the ADHD diagnosis sent me into a tailspin that I’m still recovering from

The recovery period has been almost two years. It’s nearly killed me.

Nearly.

Instead?

It tore up our finances and sapped the tiny bit of confidence that I had.

I’m glad it happened.

I’m glad I got fired.

I hate men who are cowards. Toxic masculinity isn’t toxic.

Cowardly men are.

I digress.

The financial butchering made it such that we had to sell the income property that was going to be my retirement savings.

The house closed last week

(and by income property, I mean money pit. AKA the ‘outgo’ property as we began to describe it)

Despite costing us constant input monies, it looks like the entire thing is going to be a wash. We didn’t make much at all. We didn’t lose either.

Sure, the hundreds of hours that I put into renovating and maintaining the place are not being rewarded financially.

I likely could have paid for a horse earlier if I had of gotten a j.o.b.

But now, all of the debts that came with the outgo property are slowly disappearing.

Having said that, there were some leftovers

With some of those leftover, we bought the horse we’ve been leasing for three years.

He’s an eighteen year old quarter horse. As such, he’s not the priciest of prizes out there.

But seeing the look on my daughters face when she’s with him?

That’s worth a million bucks.

Thanks H.

You were right about the horse.

And the job.

It eventually resulted in a horse.

And as far as my retirement funds go?

Meh.

I’ve been retired since I’ve been 22 years old. My income may increase or decrease based on how much I work, but I retired from ‘society’ more than thirty years ago

All of this dramatic calamity - the house, the job, the getting fired?

All of this went towards us landing the horse.

My daughter smiles and experiences peace when she’s with him

And given the agony of the last couple of years, I couldn’t be more grateful.

Thanks again H.

Great things grow out of the horseshit of existence.

Giddy up you fools!