this morning #1542.
this morning, we were finally starting to feel like a family again. sure, we were living in a hotel but this was all just temporary. today would be the last day where we could describe ourselves as “desperate.” i was moving past the torching of all our worldly possessions. in reality, i had no choice. beyond that, any remaining hang-ups that i had would be eased by the money my hubby was picking up this evening. neither of us come from money but, for me, i never used to notice all that much. for some reason though, now that i’ve had time to adjust to a better life, every so often i find myself petrified of having to go back to a life i previously didn’t mind. mostly, i don’t want my kids to ever have to live that life.