This Week’s Article
This may sound a little strange…but I’ve had two lives.
My first life was pretty typical: House in the ‘burbs, nice husband who was pretty easy on the eyes, three kids I was sometimes tempted to put out on the driveway with a sign that said “free to a good home” but who were overall pretty good.
My second life started in July of 2007 when I suddenly became the “it could be worse” person of my social circle. You know…that girl who, when you’re having a bad day, you think, “At least I’m not her!”
Not really who I wanted to be in my early 30s.
I became that person because my husband was in an accident on his way to work and died a few days later, leaving me to raise three small children on my own.
That’s right. At the ripe old age of 31, I became a widow and the most “single” single mother I know.