So I logged in today to see what I've missed in the past year. I think I missed myself to be honest. I am reading my old posts and it shocks me. So last year, my husband and I separated and I moved out. Off to change my life and conquer the world! And I'm still desperately trying. Sorry, no girl power, ass kicking happy ending.... yet. I'm still struggling. Learning to live on the edge of poverty and homelessness. And with two kids to boot. But I'm still alive and in search of true happiness and peace. I started dating a guy last year who has 3 girls of his own. They are 10, 12 and 15 years old. (did I mention all girls?) We are currently sharing a house and trying to figure out how the hell life handed us each other. If two people were more meant for each other just based on our incredible bad luck, it's us. In case you are wondering, 5 kids is a hell of a lot worse than just two. My kids are 5 and 8 years old. It's almost the damn Brady Bunch without the smiling and quirky joviality.
Although there is a lot of stress, tears and worry, there is also a lot of happiness and love. In our own way. We are not the Brady Bunch. By a long shot. We are more of a motley group of souls looking for our own happy ending. I was thinking of renaming this blog and deleting some of my old posts but decided against it. A journey begins somewhere right? And it continues.
