A past that brings pleasure
When you discovered me wearing a blue two-piece pantsuit in Walmart at midnight that abandoned day, YOU LATCHED ON. You wanted to know if I could get your boyfriend of seven years a job with the Department of Homeland Security even though he was married for 32 years, YOU LATCHED ON. We talked for three hours outside of Walmart and finally exchanged numbers because I needed to switch hips.
The backseat and cargo area was made into a bedroom.
It was August 2012, I was a single middle class divorced mom. I started renting a house in Schaumburg, Illinois for $1,500 a month with a salary of $72,000 to support two junior high school kids that eventually attended a private high school in Arlington Heights, Illinois. By the seventh year, my son has grown on to college, and I lived alone with my daughter who was playing soccer, running Cross Country, and playing AAU basketball in her senior year. Anyone that has or had teenagers that played either high school sports or on any AAU team knows that it’s like investing in a small based business where the overhead is higher than the productivity. I was spending about $2,700 a quarter on both kids in extra curricular fees alone.