The situation in question will turn out perfectly, more or less on its own, if people can keep their shit together and not be assholes for two to three weeks. After more than eight god damned months.
So it seems like everyone is trying to break all the things as much as possible.
And that's not even the problem. There's something that should have been obvious for a long time, but I've either missed it or been in denial. I've been confronted with it now and it has me in an emotional state that's almost indescribable. Things are really fucking bad. It hurts so much.
The things I have to do to keep things from falling apart even as others take this last little home stretch as the sign they should ruin everything, mean that I'm not able to help out where I would otherwise.
I am not the Kwisatz Haderach, I cannot be in many places at once. If I drop everything to help out in Place B then that means that I can't be helping out in Place A the way I originally planned.
Fred Clark once pointed out that
You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
I'll come running . . . to see you again
is untenable when more than one person is counting on you. You've got to prioritize, and I am.
Doesn't change the fact that I'm not in Place A, helping like I planned to. I'm doing more than missing out on time spent with people I love, and who love me. If there's someone to watch the kids, work can be done. It's not steady work, it's unpredictable, but figure a loss of $280 to $560 dollars. (I said it was unpredictable.) That's damaging.
Another month I might be able to help offset that, though never afford enough for it to be a gift rather than a loan, but this month I'm totally cleaned out. Bills are paid, sky won't fall on me and make me homeless, money is gone. I've got nothing but the minimum needed to keep my bank account open and some stuff I already owe someone but don't want to take out until I'm sure everything went through. (Overdraft fees are evil.)
Things are bad.
Everything hurts and nothing is beautiful.