Uncommon Sense

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Monday, September 20, 2010

Other People's Messes: Life Is What We Make It

I had loved talking to Tina. It was both comforting and disconcerting to have a friend to go through something like a divorce with. Comforting because you're not alone; disconcerting because you care about that friend and don't like to see them hurting. I remembered Tina talking about her husband,... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Other People's Messes: In the Right Place

We went to church that Sunday, expecting not to know a soul. We were in a different area, and so we'd be with a different congregation. One of the first people I saw was Tina. Tina had been a mutual friend that I'd met through another friend named Penny. Penny was our little Texan lady that liked to... Sign in to see full entry.

Other People's Messes: The Dirt Devil

If I'd known my life was going to be so peaceful, and how much better my family was going to function, I would have moved out years ago. Day Nine. I was almost to my Ten Day goal of not seeing my future-ex-husband. I had not seen him at all. However, talking to him on the phone had often been... Sign in to see full entry.

Other People's Messes: The Real Reason for Real Estate

On Day Five, I was picking up steam. I knew I needed to get my business going. I had chosen to start a cleaning business. I had cleaned professionally in high school as a summer job, and knew what to do to make a property sparkle. I wanted to bless not only my family, but to help other people just... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Other People's Messes: Step Into My Web

This was an adjustment. Last year we'd bought my son Jordan a dirt bike for his birthday; and now I was shopping at the Dollar Store. I didn't know where my replacement dollars were going to come from. I had the savings, but had taken a big chunk out of it to move. Child support had not been... Sign in to see full entry.

Other People's Messes: The Angels Rally

On Day Four, I was at the supermarket. I thought I was going to have a breakdown. I was purchasing some new kitchen things, on the kitchen aisle. Which reminded me of all of my lovely old kitchen things. The thought that kept going through my head at that moment was that I didn't want this new life;... Sign in to see full entry.

Other People's Messes: Taking My Game Elsewhere

It had only been a day, and the children were making comments on the 'difference' between the two houses, that of the old and the new. I hadn't felt 'safe' at the other place. Not only because we were worried from time to time about the sort of mood 'he' would come home in...it just felt...'cold'... Sign in to see full entry.

Other People's Messes: Very Perceptive

The day after we had moved out, the future ex-husband called me and demanded to know the address of where we were living. This is the man that had not only broken into my locked file cabinets, read all of my journals, went through my computer and all of its files (looking for 'evidence' of... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Other People's Messes: Not Even a Backwards Glance

I had no trouble sleeping the first night that we stayed in the new 'Haven' house. This from a girl that had been taking Tylenol PM for months, just to get some rest. Yet that night, circled around on the living room floor with my three kids, the dog, and Aunt Lillian and Uncle John, all with... Sign in to see full entry.

Other People's Messes: The House and The Dog

In two hours' time, my children and I had moved out of the lovely country home we'd lived in for six years, and into the smaller little 'cottage' in town. I called it my 'haven'. More than a dozen people and a half dozen vehicles had been involved; a major group effort. Looking back, it was no... Sign in to see full entry.

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