In 2001, my divorce was final. With three children in tow, I moved 300 miles away from their father and began the single mom life with less than a $1000 dollars on hands and no job.
The first two years was devoted in establishing routines, regularities, and normalcy for my children. I worked on the house so it could have the feel of home for all of us. This was the hardest part of time for us as we broke out into the unknown.
I was under scrutiny eyes of blood relation but didn't know it. Whatever I did for my children and with my children were criticized and labeled as extravagant, such as when I took them out for bowling or to the movie theater once a week.
Though I've never asked for any handouts, or borrowing any money from family members that I could recall, I was crucified! My activity was reported to superior "Madre", and she was not kind with her usage of words to say the least. I was beaten in all aspect of life, and decided that I would not make another call to Madre from then on.
My children and I returned bottles, and scrapped what we had to make a family night out of it. During that two or three hours, we had fun, escaped the reality of life, and created a different bond as a new dynamic family.
The hurt and pain were deep in my heart when I heard of how badly I was with my choices or how I lived my life. Unknown to me why I am always prone to criticism and belittled by blood relation!
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(Listed in The Salvage Life series..)