You have dreams of cooking, but there is no one to cook for. You have dreams of entertaining and buying those new sets of dishes, but there is no one to eat off them. My old world (5 months ago) was made up of high-energy, high-maintenance fun given to others. Going through a divorce has crippled and paralyzed me so deep and for so long.
The fears come. The fears of not being hired, not fitting in, walking the streets with all my belongings inside a shopping cart…not being alive enough because you have been dead for so long.
“I’m a mess Brian, right now.” I sucked in air and let it out again slowly. “I guess the term Displaced Homemaker fits me. I hate the word displaced. I don’t know how, when suddenly I came face to face with my entire life gone.
I am 57 years old and my husband had three degrees and three designations. The only reason I am here is because the Judge told me too. Because I only have a high school education. The Judge also said that you could help me financially.”
“Yes. Yes.” Brian said, he had listened to me in silence. “We can get some grants and financial aid. “Did you read the summer schedule that starts in August? “To be honest Brian I couldn’t think straight enough or keep the tears out of my eyes long enough to read the summer schedule.”
Brian thinks for a minute and then says, “Let’s look at this as just one day at a time. You only have tomorrow to face. Jillie think of coming to us is like a “Fill-in-the-blank Dream” you can pick anything that is on our class schedule.
I laughed. I like Brian.
I realize you have been a housewife, but did you do any work outside of the house?”