I’m Over This

Y’all, I’m done. I am so, so done. Coronavirus can kiss my ass. Sorry, but it can.

I’ve tried to keep it positive when it comes to this pandemic. I’ve tried so hard, and my previous posts have been my efforts to keep things light and humorous, to try and help get through this difficult time. I don’t like being a negative person, and that’s not what I want for this blog, but I’ve genuinely had it at this point. I need to talk about it because it’s not healthy to keep it to myself, and it’s not honest.

My husband was supposed to graduate from college this upcoming Thursday. He’d gone to SMU for a year before needing to withdraw for personal reasons in 2010. He didn’t go back until the summer of 2018, after we’d gotten married. We’d saved up money for a down payment for a house, but while we were working on the preapproval process for a mortgage, we made the difficult decision to send him back to school instead. It may not seem difficult to you, but we REALLY wanted a house.

Cut to a year and a half later, and Will is starting his last semester. We have had so many late nights, hundreds of cups of coffee, and after he did his informative speech last weekend for his speech class, if I ever hear one more thing about Harry Houdini I might just scream.

He’s worked so hard. He doesn’t understand how difficult it is to do what he’s done. According to a Forbes article that came out in November 2019, a study done in 2014 showed only 13% of college dropouts went back to school in the subsequent five years. Of that 13%, only half earned a degree or were still in school.

So do you see how amazing it is, what he’s done?

He was supposed to walk across that stage on Thursday and be rewarded for all his efforts, sleepless nights, and tears–oh yes, there have been tears, too. Lots of them. But he doesn’t get to walk across that stage. We don’t know when (or if) he’ll get to walk across that stage. We don’t even know when he’ll get his piece of paper. We knew this would happen–the email came out in April. But with the day his graduation was supposed to be, I’m getting more and more frustrated.

Please don’t tell me to “keep this in perspective.” Don’t tell me “but people are dying, that’s more important!” Yeah, guess what? I feel really bad about those who get sick and those who pass away. It’s horrific and I wish it didn’t happen. But I can also be angry and upset my husband doesn’t get what he’s worked so hard for. And you know, he’s a pretty easy-going guy. He’s taken this all in stride and been really chill about it. But I know he’s upset. I can tell. He just doesn’t want to let it show.

So yeah, coronavirus? You can just go straight to–

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