When I registered in July 2001 (because only registered users were going to be allowed to search), I was married, three kids (one step), had two dogs and four cats, buying a house, and worked for the state.
I still work for the same agency, but have had a couple of job changes. This time last year, after 14 years in the same hidden cubicle, I got moved out to the general population (but I brought my chair). It is so bright out here, with the windows and such. And loud.
Kids grew up and graduated from high school. Much drama with all that, but it got done.
Husband became disabled when he lost his mind; we ended up divorcing in part because he decided to let loose his inner bigot. The run up and end result of presidential election strained my marriage, which I still find both hilarious and slightly unbelievable. I don’t hear from the step-son anymore, which is understandable. The ex doesn’t hear from my kids either. I haven’t spoken to my ex since he called in July to say his support check was late. Oh yeah, I didn’t use to pay spousal support, but I do now.
We sold the house and he got most of the proceeds. I used my part on the down payment for my new place.
I have a grandson now, and he lives with me. My oldest daughter is my other roommate. Younger daughter, grandson’s mom, lived with us a while, but that just didn’t work out. She sees him on weekends.
I lost the two original dogs, gained four more, lost three of those in the divorce, had to have the fourth put down shortly after the divorce, and then gained six more. I had to have all the cats put down over the last few years; for the first time in about 30 years, I have no cats in my house.
Things didn’t work out the way I planned, but do they ever?