Written by Meredith Elizabeth
A decade ago, I was in a totally different place. I was in my first
marriage, with a little baby and we were so poor. My husband worked as
an art teacher in a high school and I was trying to find work that would
be worth the child care cost. He was an alcoholic and so you know how
that goes. The whole house was in chaos: finances, our marriage, our
"family life", our health, everything was unsure.
As an adopted person, "unsure" is very scary to me. We lived paycheck
to paycheck. I wasn't sure if my husband was going to walk out on me
and my daughter. He basically isolated himself from us, like the plague.
What was so horrible about his young attractive wife and his angel
baby?
He pawned valuables just to get money to go to the bars. He'd get so
drunk he'd insult me in front of everyone. At one point we owed the bank
$200. So, we finally got the cash and brought it to the bank. The
teller dutifully registered our deposit and mistakenly handed the $200
dollars back to my husband in error.
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