Life was hard for me too after I left Geneva. I married my high school sweetheart and he was killed at 30. I was alone with two babies, no money, no job and my in laws was selling the house we lived in.
Giving up was not an option for me the fight for a better life for me and my kids had only begun.
I went back to school got my nursing degree bought a cute little home and saved every penny I could.
One day I announced to the kids we were sellling the house and moving to Arizona, why Arizona I have no idea we didn’t know a soul here.
That was over twenty years ago and I haven’t looked back. Both my kids are college graduates thriving in their lives and they never caused me a minutes trouble growing up. I have an amazing grandson who I adore. I remarried after my kids were on their own to a wonderful, supportive man and retired as a nurse only to return to the profession this time as a school nurse.
One never knows where the road of life will lead lead us sometimes it begins very bumpy then smooths out the further we go. I was fortunate!
In 1996 my mother died in Danville with her three sons and two daughters at her bedside, all of us strangers seeking our own personal closure to our tempestuous childhoods.
I don’t know if I have forgiven her completely or ever will but I did quit hating her and searching for the answers to why she had no remorse or conscience.
Thank you Marilyn for sharing.