The hardest thing for me to deal with was not being able to read “The Night Before Christmas” to my kids.
I always remember that year not only with clarity and sorrow, but also bittersweet joy thanks to the unexpected gift from friends. That year had been especially hard after my ex-husband and I had separated. A single mother of two children, one a special needs child, trying to make it on her own with little help financially or emotionally from the absentee parent and no emotional support or understanding from her family. By the end of summertime my finances were depleted and I was getting evicted. Faced with living out of my car, I was forced to let my children go live with their father, active-duty, shore-based military, while I tried to find stability.
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I always remember that year not only with clarity and sorrow, but also bittersweet joy thanks to the unexpected gift from friends. That year had been especially hard after my ex-husband and I had separated. A single mother of two children, one a special needs child, trying to make it on her own with little help financially or emotionally from the absentee parent and no emotional support or understanding from her family. By the end of summertime my finances were depleted and I was getting evicted. Faced with living out of my car, I was forced to let my children go live with their father, active-duty, shore-based military, while I tried to find stability.
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