A year ago, my life was about to change, though I didn't know it. I had one of three kids at home living with me, as well as the housemate-who-wouldn't-leave who, between drinking binges, helped around the house and caused problems. Within 60 days I would be scrambling to find a new place to live and fighting for more time in an eviction that was simultaneously a relief and scary.
What have I learned in the past year? I have learned that I am much stronger than I know. I have learned that I cannot depend on my mom to save me. (This has been both disheartening and liberating -- it depends on the day.) I have learned that I really, really miss having my kids living with me. I have learned that I can live with far less stuff than I thought I could. (I have gone from a two bedroom, one bath house with lots of storage to one bedroom in a large house.) I have learned that I have some amazing friends who have stuck by me through thick and thin, and been supportive no matter what (while also not being afraid to tell me when I'm a screwup). I have learned how to communicate more effectively with the man in my life. And finally, I have learned that I am capable of far more than I ever thought possible.
My life is not perfect now -- far from it -- but I have some great days mixed in among the mundane. There has been lots of pain, but there has also been a great deal of laughter, love, and understanding. Would I change what I've gone through in the past year? Sure. Am I better person for it? Most likely.
Thanks for joining me on this journey.
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