Brett was fired from his job today. The exact words weren't the now archetypal "You're fired," but instead, the extremely unprofessional and abusive, "Get the fuck out of my office and don't come back."
My heart is breaking for him. He wants to work and to help support us and to provide for me so much. Why is this so hard? Why hasn't he been able to get a job? Why?
I don't understand. And we are both so tired of this roller coaster of emotions and this financial pit of despair that we both feel like giving up.
There are only so many times I can tell him that it will be ok (to have it turn out horribly, horribly wrong), trying to convince us both that it will be ok. It's starting to ring really hollow.
I am trying to hold on to the promises of God, that he will provide, that Brett will get a job in God's time, etc, etc, etc. And I get that when God allows us to suffer it's usually for a reason. But, can I just say, "Um, God? Please? Please just give Brett a good job? We're tired, and I don't think we can do this anymore."
I don't know what else to say. I'm just so heartsick over all of it. Brett is smart, hard working, capable, loving, and kind. He doesn't deserve this.