“Because when your credit goes bad, Jillie, they won’t let you in with inferior credit.” When he spoke, it was a straightforward almost somber expression, his tone matter of fact.
He had stopped making circles and lines on the paper. His elbows on the table. His hands folded and looking straight at me. He continued his lecture.
“Discuss moving into a joint house rental with a friend. You have to make a plan for your future. I know it seems unrealistic right now. You do not want to become a bitter older woman living in your car, or worse, dependent on the State for support living in a HUD housing with a zillion screaming kiddies and wannabe gang bangers and drug addicts.”
“This phase of your life with Nick is done and over. Like I said the only way you can survive is to remarry.”
I look out the window at the white sky with bits of blue. No sunshine. No rain. Just mediocre dull. My tax lawyer commonsensical voice echoed around me. But, only one thought did I hear.
Richard had one more thing to say. “No matter how difficult your situation is, you can get through it if you don’t look too far into the future, and focus on the present moment. You can get through anything one day at a time.”
He gave me my first smile in days.