Small bites

Somewhere in the middle.

I sit here surrounded by the stacks of my husband's things that will soon be leaving the place we've shared for the last 3 years. Despite the resounding belief of others that we'd be here, I find myself asking "How did we get here?" The second question I ask is "How can we possibly salvage this?"

The fact is while I'm dealing with a complex of starting over from scratch with nothing, I will not be doing that this time. I have a house full of furniture. I will not be on the brink of extinction this time. I've completed school. This will not be me starting from scratch. Don't get me wrong, I'm still 60k in the hole but I have a means of being able to make some substantial money. Something I didn't have going for me back then.

There is still the slimmest of hopes that this will work out in everyone's favor. To what end, that is still shrouded in fog.