“I am not sure what I am asking for exactly, but I need some sense of ease.” I prayed the words as I walked into my bedroom and confronted the piles of clothes on the floor.
It wasn’t just the clothes that had me feeling overwhelmed — it was everything. The bills, the upkeep of the house I had been living in for six years, the laundry, and the load of doing it all as a single mom of three. My plate was full, and I was so damn close to giving up —whatever that meant.
I loved my house. It had a charm of its own and was within walking distance to both my ex’s house and the kids’ schools, and my landlord never increased the rent.
I was, however, on a month-to-month lease, and with that came a sense of unease. In other ways, too, the house…
