Half of all marriages end in divorce. Millions of people lose their jobs and are forced to scramble to make end meet. I'm one of those millions.
In April, I realized that I was seriously unhappy. I had been trying to not be like so many more before me, getting out of a marriage. I wanted to make it work. Then suicide seemed to be a better option than staying. That's when I made the decision to get out.
In February I decided to stop fighting with my job, and resign. June found me jobless, hopeless an living in my Best Friend's basement.
This journal is to chronicle my struggles, my pain and my triumphs.
There is life after divorce! I'm proof and happy to talk or listen.
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