I was always so proud that they were some of the few who lived in two parent homes.
Me, too. It cometh before a fall, I guess. I always thought, "Look at all these well-heeled people, who have everything, getting divorced...while we're poor, but in love." So now I know what it feels like. I will be divorced AND poor AND in love. At this point, the only two things I can remedy are the last two, and I will work to do so.
I wish you a great school year, Yoyo. I'm not a teacher, but I know how hard ya'll work.
