***A small warning – I am going to get a bit personal for a moment.***
If you have been following my blog, you will know that I recently just moved into an apartment. The move comes after living at my parents’ house for about a year and a half. What you may not know is before I moved back home I was married and co-owned a house. The house wasn’t perfect, but it was the first time I had owned a home, which was exciting and scary at the same time. During my almost 2-year occupancy, I dug up mulch, painted walls and ceilings and constructed furniture. The place had potential. I remember one day bringing swatches of material home for the drapes I was going to make for our glass french doors that lead outside. But not everything in life is guaranteed, and sometimes people …well let’s just say sometimes people have real ugly sides that they don’t show all the time. My husband came to a realization:
- He didn’t want to be married to me anymore.
- He wanted to keep the house.
I knew I couldn’t fight him on the house, since I had just lost my job the previous month and had no way of Continue reading