Well I started the search for a place to live, talked to two people today. Could have had one place, but no kids, no Petey the Pom, no kids even overnight for a visit. I thanked her for her time but said I had just started my search and I would keep looking. But I hate the personal invasive questions. It makes me grit my teeth to admit that yes, I am getting a divorce, things didn't work out after 19 years and I left it at that.

I refuse to give into the husband bashing. I'd love to tell everyone how he couldn't handle my stroke and the lifestyle change the stroke brought on, I'd love to tell everyone he is a whiner. But it is a small town and I won't. It puts my stomach in knots but I won't run him down only because I have 2 kids that need to live in this town and he hasn't afforded me the same courtesy but it just proves who the better person is.

Winning the personality contest on who is right or wrong doesn't mean a thing to me, I don't care what people think of me. So now we are back to the barn idea sans kitchen and we can skirt the zoning issue. I'm still not sure I've agreed to live in a place with a hot plate, microwave/convection oven, fridge and call it a fair deal. But then my kids can stay with me anytime and I can have Petey the Pom and Stockings the cat. And I don't have anyone to answer to. But the search has just begun, I'll roll with this for a few days and see what comes about. All this waiting things out is getting to be for the birds.

Pam