I clearly remember sitting outside on the front steps that led to the front door of the little house I had worked so hard to make half the house payment on for two years at the time.
I needed air. I was suddenly faced with a horrid legal battle for - among many things the 2 beds my 2 children were sleeping on. The piano that was in the living room. The painting that hung on the wall...Is this really how this works?
I started to cry. Sometimes there's just so much hopelessness because I don't understand something, that all I can do is cry.
I'm still puzzled by someone's reaction at times, of how they probably would have thought they were 'seeing things' or would have simply dismissed what I saw out of disbelief. I never hesitated. I immediately...