Once upon a time, I was standing on top of the world.
I had everything. A great husband, a healthy baby on the way, opportunities gleaming golden all over the horizon.
A perfect, textbook pregnancy, delivery, son.
A new business with a bright future.
A giant home, with many bedrooms just waiting to be filled.
And no reason to think that would be a challenge, filling those rooms with the cries of babies.
Once upon a time.
I'm blessed, I still have a great husband and a perfect son.
But the business? It's so-so.
Not enough to provide for us, but just profitable enough to make it hard to walk away.
Not that we're walking away. Please don't assume that.
But the riches we dreamed of? That pot of gold? Still hiding at the end of the rainbow.
My giant house is going to be sold to the highest bidder in less than a week.
My waiting bedrooms will have someone else filling them with joyful children.
Unless we get our papers filed in time. But even then, it only postpones the inevitable.
Someday, before we even have to put up next year's calendar, we'll be moving.
In a way, I'm looking forward to it.
A fresh start. A change of scenery.
Hopefully moving closer to downtown.
Getting away from this neighborhood and the rotten kids that torture my son.
Maybe torture's a harsh word. Influence negatively?
However this all goes down, I know that our story will only end one way...
....and they all lived happily ever after.
Because that's the only way it can end, right?