When my ex did her thing, we were a year away from finally seriously looking at buying a house, finally. Instead, because of the tailspin the situation put finances in, I lost the 3 bed house we rented in a great neighborhood, I lost two brand new cars, and I now live with my daughter in a one bedroom apartment, where my living room has a bed for me instead of a couch. We have no cable TV or internet. It's very basic. It's a lifestyle I once thought I'd never be able to "suffer" through.
I'd like to go back to that guy and kick him in the a$$. Not because I want my ex back, but because I wouldn't have freaked nearly as much if I'd truly understood how little I needed. My daughter and I spend a lot of time reading, playing guitar, cooking, or watching movies together.
I miss the Discovery Channel, but . . . she could only stand so much Deadliest Catch.
