I'm just working on my business projects today, trying to catch up. I allowed things to fall apart the past month or so and I can't live like this any more.
Keeping the faith, hoping I'll survive. And I'm angry that I allowed myself to get into this negative 'poor me' mode.
I'm fighting to keep focused. After all, I'm the only person my kids really have that can support them. Even if I was dead and my STBX were debt free they'd live in poverty.
