PinkBubbles

Hope...

“What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise”
Oscar Wilde

Kat called yesterday. Her father and her brother (one of her older brothers lives with her dad in a house) were not being the most welcoming. My oldest daughter went over there to explain the school situation (Kat needs to play catch up and I want her to go to something called Independent Studies). Heather was told by my husband, she was not the mother. I had explained what Heather would have to do to get Kat accepted into the program and Heather has been a Godsend for me when I can not be there. It is unfair that my oldest should have to take the reins with my youngest, but she is actually the closest thing to me. Heather knows what i want for Kat and is willing to take Kat to the places she needs to go to succeed. Heather flew down and the memory of Kat lying in the hospital bed has not faded from her memory as easily as it seems to have vanished from Kat's dad's mind.

Heather explain, quite calmly that she was told by me what I wanted for Kat. She explained to Dino (who is not ALWAYS an ass, he just has some huge asshole moments) that she was willing to do the work needed to get Kat enrolled in the right school. I am hoping that Dino keeps his word and buys Kat a bed soon. Kat is already talking about coming back home but knows she has some work to do before she SHOULD come back. My child is always welcome. I really believe she has the best chance to heal and move forward being away from Illinois for a bit. I believe in her!

We looked at a house yesterday in Decatur. The odd thing about Decatur is it is very much like Cali. The bad areas and working class neighborhoods stand apart from each other by mere blocks. Of course there is the north side of town where all the well-to-do and upper middle class live, but at this time, we are with one income. Our choices are limited. We found a house that we think would be great for us and would fit Kat easily when and if she comes back. She will not be able to walk everywhere like she does here in Pana, but she is at the age that she can get her driving license. We wait to see if the landlady is willing to fix all the things that need fixed. She might just rent to people who do not care that they might fall through the rotting bathroom floor. LOL Everything happens for a reason. The landlady sounds like she is in love with us. She is from Pana and for once, living in this town seems to be a Godsend.

We are also considering this cute town called Taylorville. It has more going on than Pana but is still safe enough for Kat to walk around town. There would still be a commute for Chad, but it is better than the commute we have here and it has job opportunities for me.

So, anyone reading this....please send out some prayers, vibes, whatever that we can find the perfect (or almost perfect) place.

Please keep kat in your prayers/thoughts as well.

I have hope for the first time in a while.