Disappointment

Since November, my spouse has been cared for by my grandson's girlfriend when I'm not here. She was homeless and recovering, and needing a residence away from a woman's shelter. We took her in, gave her room, board, and a small bi-weekly stipend that we could afford to help with cleaning in the house and help her get on and off the bus that the missus takes to dialysis. Today she left us all, abandoned us with her tax return and bailed. As I've said on social media, I'm not mad, but damn, I'm severely disappointed. We'd suspected her of taking cosmetics and toiletry supplies, even though we repeatedly insisted on purchasing whatever she may need. We gave her a home, she just threw it away today without looking over her shoulder. I know it wasn't a perfect life, but damn. I'm not even going into the missing pharmaceuticals that we're now sure she took. Medicines that my wife needed post-sureries for pain. Damnit. Part of me wants to scream, but it won't do any good. But now we're without a lot of help that my wife needs. I want to be closer to home, to work from here if I could. But we need the income to survive with my job 30 miles away, and the insurance it provides. This changes things. I cannot kill myself for my job anymore. The raises every year are steady, but miniscule, and it's no longer rewarding. I like the work, but it's again all stats and no support. Time for changes, but with a lot of planning and forethought. Damn.