So much has happened in the last couple of weeks that I have wanted to talk to Steve about. It is so hard to put into words, but we were so close that I literally talked to him about EVERYTHING. Now, when something happens that I can't discuss with him, it feels like the knife gets twisted and thrust in further.
First, I think my counselor is done with me. Like quit on me! During our last session, we discussed some questions I have about faith and God. She obviously didn't agree with me. She tried to tell me God was a woman and that our deceased loved ones are hovering above us and in us. I did really good though, I didn't tell her she was wrong, I didn't even argue with her at all. I just let it go. I think, my questions and belief system must have scared her off though. I really wanted to tell Steve what she said, but then again I wouldn't have even been seeing her if Steve was here. She is the second counselor I've had though; the first said she had no idea how to help me and this one just quit.
Second, since Steve passed away I have been extremely forgetful. I forgot to send an email that was required for the girl's schooling. While I was at grief share, the person in charge of the school event called and left a message on my voice mail. I didn't get home and remember that I had a voice mail until after 10p.m. Thinking it would be too late to call the woman back, I sent an email with the requested information. Apparently, my forgetfulness was a HUGE deal and the woman sent an ignorant email back to me griping at me about not emailing in the first place and also not answering her call the night before. I called her to explain that I thought I had sent the email, but I forgot and I didn't answer the phone because I was in Grief share and when I got home, I didn't want to call her too late. Her only response to me was well, I didn't know any of that and you didn't tell me in the email you sent that the reason you didn't call was because it was too late. SERIOUSLY! This is supposed to be a Christian Woman leading a Christian schooling event. I understand that I messed up, but a little understanding would have gone a long way.
Third, one of my classes required that my group of 6 people do a presentation. I was assigned the introduction and the ending. Unfortunately, this presentation was due right at the one year anniversary mark, so my mind was not in it. I thought I was supposed to do parts another person did. I'm still not sure which one of us was supposed to do it, but it got done. I just didn't do much of it.
Fourth, one of my instructor's is on a power trip and got upset because I closed my laptop before class was over. I just keep thinking, this feels more like High School than Law School. I have always closely guarded what I say (until this blog) and do because it seems like I'm taken the wrong way a lot. This situation totally blew my mind. It wasn't like I was putting stuff away in my bag, I simply closed the lid on my laptop.
Fifth, I attempted to call a creditor. The bill is in Steve's name only, but it's one of those situations where by Missouri State law the asset is mine, which I would assume means the company wants me to pay for it. I sent the company a copy of Steve's death certificate to verify that he could not longer handle the situation and that I would be handling it. I called to talk to them and they asked me what name the account was it. I told them Steve's name and the lady says I need the name on the account. I said, that is the name on the account. She says, you have to give me the name exactly as it appears on the account. HELLOOOOO! That is my husband's name. Here is his full name too, does that help? No, apparently they have some odd variation of his name listed and they either need to speak with him or they need me to tell them how his name appears on the account. Great! Well, if you can't talk to me, after I sent the death certificate in, then good luck getting your money.
There is so much more on a day to day basis, but these are all things that somehow Steve would have made seem like less of a big deal. He would have said something funny that would have become an inside joke told all the time.
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