It seems like so many years ago that I never thought I'd be married again or have any children. The divorce exacerbated my depression and I cured a lot of it through retail therapy. I'll admit I was young and stupid, but the only one suffering from my fiscal irresponsibility was me.
When I finally started feeling better about life I decided to go to grad school and get a Masters degree. The thought was that even though I'd have a boatload of student loans to pay, the advanced degree should provide a higher salary.
Along the way I met Brandon and what seemed an innocent first few dates turned into having a husband and child. We're doing absolutely everything we can to make things work, but I feel guilty that no matter how hard we work and no matter how much we seem to get a leg up on things it's never enough.
Travis shouldn't have to spend a few nights each week away from his mom and dad, but that's what it takes for him to be cared for while Brandon and I are at work. That's the arrangement that is tearing me up the most. My in-laws offered to take him without us asking and quite honestly, if they hadn't I really don't know how we'd manage. But the fact that we are so dependent on them makes me feel like I'm a bad mother and can't care and provide for my own son. I don't even know how to begin the thank yous to everyone who's been helping us with Travis. The words 'thank you' are simply not enough.