The emotional overload is lessening, and all your words are like balm to my bruises. So many decisions made over the years, so many times I stayed just because I was protected and safe--and just assumed that being ignored came with the rest of it. I categorically refuse to regret what I cannot change--the past is past, done, and all that's left now is echoes.
So, I'm looking forward. Have a chance at a house with three apartments, with my sister and her two kids that are still at home in the house, her two grown working kids in two of the apartments, and me in the third. Talked to the landlord this morning, and he sounded thrilled that he'd rent it all out at the same time. We'll see how all that works. My husband is being very generous financially (a bit of guilt, methinks), and I'll be OK until I can find a job...
I'm looking for work in the oilfield now, hopefully office or computer work, something that actually uses the skills I've developed over the years. However, if I have to put on a hard hat and steel-toed boots and operate compressors (the job I applied for this morning), then I will be the best damned compressor operator in the field (also the shortest, I imagine, at 5' 2"
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My sense of humor is returning slowly, and it's such fun living in a four-bedroom place with five adults and a 10-year-old. I made no-bake cookies with the youngster yesterday to my mother's recipe, and promised to attend her cook-off at school this afternoon at 2 pm. She keeps me focused outward, rather than inward, and being in the middle of my family is truly coming home.
Love you guys, I'll pop in to the library as often as I can until we get (fingers crossed) into the new place and get Internet installed.
Things are settling down...
Jeanie 
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