I think I could probably walk into a job making about $10/hr with my background in hospitality and rooms operation. So if I worked full time at a local hotel, I might bring home $400/week before taxes. The cost of before and after school care for three children – which I would need to work a day ... Read More »
Pancakes Taste Like Poverty: And Other Post-Divorce Revelations
... Sometimes you just have to go.
Three kids, no job, no education, no furniture, no plan - that was me.
I'd been a stay-at-home mom for the majority of my shaky relationship with my ex-husband. It was a relationship that started when I was barely out of high school. He and mothering were all I knew. I also knew that my marriage was unhealthy, bordering on abusive. But I was afraid.
I was afraid of being alone. I was afraid of being a statistic. I was afraid of failure. But eventually, even more than that, I was afraid that my children would follow my footsteps.
At first, staying was "doing the right thing." Then I realized that "doing the right thing" meant saving myself.
That is the basis for my real-life account, "Pancakes Taste Like Poverty: And Other Post-Divorce Revelations." This memoir is a collection of my innermost thoughts and struggles collected from years worth of my blog posts and journals. Sometimes painful, sometimes hilarious and sometimes maddening this book touches on everything from absent dads to parenting to post-divorce dating. But most importantly, this book is about community, rebirth and love. I learned when you want a support group, you sometimes just have to go out and create it. I learned that even slow progress is progress. And most importantly, I learned that it is genuinely never too late to fall madly, deeply, head-over-heels in love...with yourself.
There is no chocolate and wine, there are no trips around the world, no Tarzans to swing in and save the damsel. What you will find in "Pancakes Taste Like Poverty: And Other Post-Divorce Revelations" is honesty, struggle, triumph and survival.
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