This was the weekend in 2008 when my world blew to pieces.
We had just settled my mom into assisted living after her first hip fracture, and had to sell the house we'd shared with her for years. We were getting ready to move into what was to be our forever home after a hectic move and some very expensive renovations.
His in-town squeeze decided he didn't deserve a house, so she started turning the screws on him and beans got spilled. A lot of beans. Twenty years worth of lies and deception out of our 22 together.
I spent that summer in complete shock, barely functional, trying to navigate this horrible new reality after recovering from the STD he gave me from barebacking his gf.
Had to move into that house that they had smudged together with sweetgrass and tobacco while I was out of town. Every inch of the place was tainted. Devastation doesn't even begin to cover it.
I found this place and it saved me. Made some new friends and many nights were spent drinking wine and venting, screaming and crying and just getting through the day. This was back when every Friday there was a bar thread, there was table dancing and all sorts of wild shenanigans... 
I kept working, but just barely.
Five years later I found my dream heritage rental, and this year I'm celebrating 12 years here. Quite possibly the longest I've lived anywhere. It was a godsend because it had zero memories of my old life. I blossomed into retirement and went back to university for an MA, which put me into some very interesting and lucrative contract jobs. I got offered a job as admin in my department, so I went for it!
Today I went for a long bike ride to some of my favourite viewpoints. Came home and set up my lounger in my favourite 3:00 pm sunspot. Poured a nice Bombay Sapphire gin and tonic. I'm in my 70s now and still working a couple more years to rebuild my nest egg while banking my pensions. I answer to no-one but myself in my personal life, and if the universe grants me one more house in my life, I'll be OK with that. Otherwise I'm fine moving into senior housing if my landlords decide to sell and my sweet rent control goes away.
Life
Is
Good
For anyone just starting out, I know it can look pretty grim, but there is light at the end of the tunnel and I'm here to tell you it doesn't have to be a train. 
[This message edited by FaithFool at 3:27 AM, Monday, June 16th]
DDay: June 15, 2008
Mistakenly married Mr. Superfreak
20 years of OWs, WTF?
Divorced Dec 26, 2011
"Life is a shipwreck, but we must not forget
to sing in the lifeboats". -- Voltaire
