It's that time of year again. Almost Christmas - we just flew by Thanksgiving.. I neither saw nor heard from my two out of three daughters. My youngest semi estranged daughter texted me a Happy Thanksgiving sometime that evening. My heart ached. I figured she was with her friends.
At least she sent a text.
You get to that point. A grateful heart for a text. The crumbs are voraciously received. The text was my heart for that one day.
Flash forward to now :
Now my husband and I were looking forward to Christmas.. we had plans .. big remodel on our home.. I honestly thought- I've got something forward to actually look forward to!!
And then the contractor took our 32000.00 and started a half done deck and stopped communicating with us. Disbelief. We'd been working with him since October.. by November 24th, we KNEW. We'd been had.
You cannot stop blaming yourself. It's like estrangement all over again.
You wait and wait for that text ..
Your dream is gone. Stolen. Cozy home filled with your family and laughter and fun.
It's a holiday hold on for me.
I'm just trying to hold on.