Starting over sucks!
I've been through breakups, I've been divorced, but I have to say for me restarting after you lose most of your belongings is quite possibly the hardest thing I've had to deal with.
Before everyone gets upset, yes I realize it's just things, and they can be replaced. And yes we did have renters insurance (I'll get to that in a minute), but the fact that not only are all of our things gone, but so is our home. At least after a breakup and especially after my divorce I still had my home, and all of my creature comforts that I could lose myself in for a break from reality. Now I am bouncing back and forth between my future in-laws and hotel rooms.
I watched the last bit of my apartment be torn down, with some of our things still inside. We were not allowed to go back in as the building was declared unsafe. We had bought things for our wedding we wanted to use. Things like Mr. & Mrs. champagne glasses, the knife to cut the cake, vaces for the center pieces. All gone.
I'm happy we got out, I'm happy to be alive, and I thank God for my amazing fiancé. I have broken down and sobbed I don't know how many times over the last few weeks, and every time he is there to dry my tears and hold me close. Just today when our insurance company kept me on hold for three hours, "accidentally" disconnected me, and then kept me on hold for another hour and a half just to tell me the person I needed to talk to was out of the office until next week. When I asked why I hadn't heard back from my claims agent in four weeks, I was told that she was busy handling other claims from the hurricane. Were supposed to get help and money to cover expenses, and so far nothing.
I'm just venting, and feeling overwhelmed. Tomorrow is a new day, but these nights are really getting to me.
Before everyone gets upset, yes I realize it's just things, and they can be replaced. And yes we did have renters insurance (I'll get to that in a minute), but the fact that not only are all of our things gone, but so is our home. At least after a breakup and especially after my divorce I still had my home, and all of my creature comforts that I could lose myself in for a break from reality. Now I am bouncing back and forth between my future in-laws and hotel rooms.
I watched the last bit of my apartment be torn down, with some of our things still inside. We were not allowed to go back in as the building was declared unsafe. We had bought things for our wedding we wanted to use. Things like Mr. & Mrs. champagne glasses, the knife to cut the cake, vaces for the center pieces. All gone.
I'm happy we got out, I'm happy to be alive, and I thank God for my amazing fiancé. I have broken down and sobbed I don't know how many times over the last few weeks, and every time he is there to dry my tears and hold me close. Just today when our insurance company kept me on hold for three hours, "accidentally" disconnected me, and then kept me on hold for another hour and a half just to tell me the person I needed to talk to was out of the office until next week. When I asked why I hadn't heard back from my claims agent in four weeks, I was told that she was busy handling other claims from the hurricane. Were supposed to get help and money to cover expenses, and so far nothing.
I'm just venting, and feeling overwhelmed. Tomorrow is a new day, but these nights are really getting to me.
