Life after Divorce.....in no specific order...

Divorce is a double edged sword. It can be terrible, needed... or vengeful. I think it was needed. Some things about the divorce seemed vengeful but in the end, I do still believe we cared about eachother even though it couldn't work out. We did have great, beautiful and kind kids together and there is nothing I can trade for that. I guess I don't really know where to start. I want to give some explaination to my children. But it is difficult to make since of. I guess the simplest way to put it without airing out dirty laundry.. is we grew apart. I feel we always cared about eachother, but in a different way throughout the years. So that brings me to 2018... it was a difficult time. I felt insecure and decided to step away from actively doing real estate and get a job at Waffle House. I always thought that would be a fun job.. a job where people accepted you and a kind place to go to each day. It was... but it was more difficult than I had ever imagined. There was a huge handbook.. with all the rules, all the things you shouldn't say and all these codes to holler out orders... I was terrible at this. They recommended me to have more training after several weeks.. so I was so embarrassed, I Quit. With uniform in tow... I was down to $20 in my bank account and had been offered a place that was for sale to stay temporarilly... A few collegues from real estate donated furniture. I had a loveseat, a recliner... and after a few months a bed and bean bag chair. I literally bought 7 weight watcher meals per week and that was my dinner every night for just a little while. One day when my youngest was staying with me, we decided to make a commercial and offer an open house to to the house we were staying in... I guess I wasn't thinking straight because that house sold right out from under me.. but it gave me some funds and we moved to a nicer place with more room, where more of the children could stay. I can remember my daughter's boyfriend rallying up his friends and moving the little things we had in a pickup truck with the christmas tree fully standing and decorated and placing those things in the new house. It felt like home.