It was a year that was both exciting and scary for me.  My divorce was final after 2 years of bitter back and forth, I started a yoga teacher training program, I was on the tail end of having lost 50 pounds and I sold my house and most of my belongings while my son and I moved into a friend’s home.  Yes.  I sold almost everything I owned and moved into a friend’s house.  It was such a freeing and financially satisfying thing to do, but scary and there were a lot of questions, tears, and frustrations prior to that moment.
At the time of the divorce, I ended up with the house and the mortgage and an additional 30,000 in debt that paid for my ex’s truck and motorcycle. Â I had more monthly bills than monthly income and each month I was getting further and further into debt. Â I couldn’t keep the house and feed my son and I was in danger of losing it and my credit rating, which would keep me from being able to start over. Â And that’s when a friend suggested I sell everything and move into her house. Â She was also a single mother of one son and they were living in a 4 bedroom home. Â While she wasn’t in a financial crisis like I was, someone sharing her expenses would allow her some breathing room.
What do I do? Â Do I take help from a friend? Â Or was I supposed to try to do this on my own? Â Should I find someone to share my house instead? Â Should I just sell and move into an apartment? Â Other friends and family voiced their opinions from the ridiculous “Are you a lesbian?” to more valid concerns about how I would feel when I wasn’t in charge of the house anymore. Â What about all my furniture? Â Since she already had furniture, would I sell mine or would I store it? Â How could I save money if I had to store furniture? Â Would it be difficult to parent my son if she had a differing parenting style? And what did it say about me that I couldn’t make it on my own after the divorce?
Even as I made the decision to sell the house, I hadn’t fully made up my mind on the next step.  But then it sold in a bidding war at the first Open House, and I was confronted with the need to make some type of decision.  When I saw that the sale price allowed enough money to pay off all of my debt, but not enough to get another place, I realized that the best decision was to move in with my friend and her son.  Not only would she have some extra money, but I would too.
It started with selling off all of my furniture, there was nothing I was sentimental about.  Then I held a huge tag sale to get rid of the rest, the curios, and other dust collectors that I realized I didn’t need anymore.  With each sale that day, I could feel a weight being lifted off my back.  By the time I moved into her house, there were only a few boxes of items that I couldn’t give up, that I needed to store in her basement.
I cried the morning we moved in. Â Actually, I sobbed. Â At that moment, I didn’t know if I’d made the right decision and I think she wasn’t sure either and it was too late to go back. Â It was awkward for that first couple of months. Who grocery shops? Â Who cooks? Â Who cleans? Â What time does everyone use the bathroom? Â But eventually, we settled into a system that worked for us.
It worked so well, that two years later when she and her new boyfriend were thinking of buying a different house, they were looking at set ups that would be able to include my son and I.  But after two years, I was ready to strike out on my own again and bought a condo.  And the funny thing about those boxes that I stored in the basement when I first moved in? When I started going through them, most of the items never made it into my new home, I wondered why I ever felt the need to cling to them in the first place.
What’s the scariest decision you needed to make about the trajectory of your life?
Wow, what in incredible story! I often wonder what might (will?) happen if/ when my husband & I divorce. I imagine we will once both kids are gone …but I always think “I don’t want to sell my house”. But I would have to. I’m so glad everything worked out for you, your son & your friend! Stories like yours give me hope 🙂
I’ve found that as I get older it is even easier to let go of things that aren’t working for me.
Love this story and your courage! I’ve been divorced and not sure what the “other side” would look like. I’ve changed business focus when everyone said I was nuts (more than once and very recently in fact!) – in the end we have to follow our gut and do what’s best for ourselves and our kids. 🙂
So true. Sometimes you just have to follow your gut when your head is trying to be sensible.
Why don’t you just bleach it ? Might not be so noticeable. Great post – scariest decision? Well it has to be leaving Canada to come back and live in the UK. I do miss everyone ending every sentence with ‘eh?’ though. Snow – don’t miss that!
Who wants to eat bleached chocolate? Blech! That is a scary decision to move from one country to another, eh? (Thought I’d make you feel closer to home!) Our next plan is to move away from snow and only visit it occasionally, like around Christmas.
Wow! What a great story! A brave decision, I’m so glad things worked out for the best.