I’ve had no ambition to get off the couch and sew much lately. I’m gonna level with you. I’m having what many call a “rough time.” In the past 2 days, all the stability I’ve worked so hard to create for my daughter, gone. My landlord tells me he wants to sell the house by the end of the year, and wants far more than market value and beyond what I could afford even if it was worth what he’s asking. So, a year after I moved into a house I was so proud to be able to provide my daughter, we will have to move back into an apartment. In another school attendance zone. The little stray cat we feed and pet and hug every day, goodbye. Then, in response to my outrageous request for child support, my soon to be ex tells me that instead of paying child support he cannot afford, he’s going to get a 2 bedroom apartment so she can spend half her overnights with him so he doesn’t owe me anything. Not that he felt I needed it, since he pays health insurance, and apparently this is the only child related expense. He acknowledges the current arrangement is better for her.
Sometimes one can’t help but wonder “why me?” I’m a good person; I don’t deserve all this. My daughter has never hurt anyone in her life; she certainly deserves none of this.
It just reinforces a long-held belief that the only person I can trust is myself.