Lieslntx
Active Member
At the ripe old age of 41 my husband (45) and I are splitting up. I guess we are one of the statistics that prove a lot of marriages cannot survive the empty nest.
So, I now find myself facing the daunting task of trying to find a place to live. Me. Who has never in my entire life lived alone. A real estate friend of mine met me at AA's house tonight to help me. For I really don't even know where to begin. And God bless her for that. We are going to look at houses Friday.
I find myself in a daze. People talk to me and I don't hear what they are saying. It's like a curtain has dropped down over my eyes.
On Friday my child will be visiting from Austin, and I will have to look her in the eyes and tell her that the only home she has ever know no longer exists. That the shelter she always thought she could return to is no longer there.
And then there is the niece and nephew. The ones that are related to me only by marriage. So when said marriage dissolves, these kids are lost to me. My niece. The one that I would give my life for. And yet, somehow, that right has been snatched away from me.
I share these burdens that have no answers with anonymous people like yourselves, simply because acknowledging the truth to those that know me so well is embarrassing.
After 18 years of supporting a person and their (what I thought was our) business, I find myself with no marketable skills. I will have to go back to school. Figure out a way to support myself.
So very soon, I will leave my Ike-ravaged property, to try and make my own way in the world. How I will go about that is truly beyond me at this point.
We raised kids together for eighteen years. Eighteen years. And just like that. It's thrown away.
Forgive me. I have reached the bottom and don't know where to go from here.
So, I now find myself facing the daunting task of trying to find a place to live. Me. Who has never in my entire life lived alone. A real estate friend of mine met me at AA's house tonight to help me. For I really don't even know where to begin. And God bless her for that. We are going to look at houses Friday.
I find myself in a daze. People talk to me and I don't hear what they are saying. It's like a curtain has dropped down over my eyes.
On Friday my child will be visiting from Austin, and I will have to look her in the eyes and tell her that the only home she has ever know no longer exists. That the shelter she always thought she could return to is no longer there.
And then there is the niece and nephew. The ones that are related to me only by marriage. So when said marriage dissolves, these kids are lost to me. My niece. The one that I would give my life for. And yet, somehow, that right has been snatched away from me.
I share these burdens that have no answers with anonymous people like yourselves, simply because acknowledging the truth to those that know me so well is embarrassing.
After 18 years of supporting a person and their (what I thought was our) business, I find myself with no marketable skills. I will have to go back to school. Figure out a way to support myself.
So very soon, I will leave my Ike-ravaged property, to try and make my own way in the world. How I will go about that is truly beyond me at this point.
We raised kids together for eighteen years. Eighteen years. And just like that. It's thrown away.
Forgive me. I have reached the bottom and don't know where to go from here.