I'm not a mom - but I totally think you have this.
When my mom got divorced, I was younger than your daughter. My mom packed up me, the dog, what little furniture my dad would let her have and moved us back to where we live now. Within about a year or so after the divorce, she bought a falling down farm house in the middle of nowhere, and moved me (aged 3 at the time) the dog, a cat, all our worldly possessions into this house. Nearest neighbors were over a mile away. She renovated that house on her own, having no money, no idea what she was doing. She was armed with determination. My first memories are on that farm. And you know what? I respect the hell out of her for doing that. It would've been safe to continue to live with her sister after the D. Or to get a townhouse and stay in the city. But she forged her own way, despite the unknowns.
M:32,H 32 T:10, M5 BD/H Move Out: 9/2014 - extreme anger H Mental Illness Diagnosis: 4/15 Served D Papers: 10/15 Divorced: 11/15
