I confess to having a dream of being able to cut back my work hours to 30 a week for a few years (3 or 4) to be able to participate a bit more in the girl's childhood activities.
Raliced, I actually thought I was going to be able to stop working all together this past fall. I really wanted to quit and focus on my kids and my house and my H more. As it turned out, I focused on my H way more that I wanted to, all while working full time. Sigh....... Sometimes things don't go the way we expect, do they?
I'm one of those people who wonder if I'll find love again, but not in an obsessive way. As much fun as it would be to have someone that cares about me, I am not ready right now. For starters, I'm still M. But even if I weren't, I need to get back to self-sufficiency before I bring someone else into the mix. I want to be in a healthy place to start a new R, not a desperate one, and that's going to take time.
You sound like you are in such a stong place. Good for you.
