Since we were both divorced, they required a document from each of us. It stated that our divorces were scripturally based. Sam refused. I do not sign documents that deal with my personal spiritual life. Something able that seems offensive to my privacy.
What was I thinking? I couldn’t afford a house. This whole idea was so new to me. That night my curiosity got the best of me and I called anyway.
Gail’s on Her Soapbox-a Sunday Rant Warning! This may not sit well with all of you readers. I’ve had so much on my mind that it is spilling out. I’m concerned, NO I’m down right worried about, not just our country, but our planet. What have we been thinking? We have a presidential candidate who […]
I wanted to move to Austin. I spent the entire following summer working on getting another job, a job out of the classroom. I had a Master’s Degree and hoped it would open doors. Nothing. Not one interview. To say I was discouraged is an understatement.
I could have given up at that point. I could’ve said, “Maybe this isn’t meant to be.” My desire to prove the test wrong was as strong as my desire to achieve something that would change my life. I had a brief meeting with the dean as a formality.
“Joy to the World” was playing on the car radio, but I did not feel any joy in my world. It was five days before Christmas – the first Christmas since my divorce and the first one I would spend without my children.
My knees buckled with fear, as I scooped up his drooping body, and carried him to the car. His thin limbs spread out on the car seat like a worn-out stuffed toy.
The divorce was finalized in early October. I was drained physically and emotionally.
I remember the day. I wore a dress my mother had made. I looked simple, thin, and frail, nothing flashy or sexy about me.
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