I told my mom on the phone tonight that my daughter and I have to move and out of her mouth comes, "Let me get a pen and paper.  Give me the number I can reach you at."
Don't get me wrong.  I don't want her sympathy.  I don't want yours.  Pity will not help.  I made the choices that led me to this point.  I will be the one that resolves our situation, and in doing that, I plan to move forward with my life.
I'm sorry I have had little positive to write as of late.  I wish I could find more silver lining in this cloud.  I can honestly say that I am really trying to.
I am well aware that my readership is down a bit and so are comments.  Just what do you say to someone who is feeling the bottom fall out?!?  I know that everyone is having their own difficult times.  Christmas just makes it feel so much more glaring and obvious.
Through my forty three years of living, I have learned that blood is not what makes people family.  Unconditional love, whole hearted commitment, and being there for others through thick and thin is what makes us family.
Forgive me for not being more positive recently.  I believed in another and was let down, and in turn I am letting my daughter down.  I am trying to get past the part where I am kicking myself and to the part where I look to the future and what lemonade I can make with the lemons I have been handed.
Tomorrow I will know more what is going on with my living situation and therefore my life.  Perhaps some certainty will reassure my heart that I am heading in the right direction.