The True Story

First, let me start by apologizing for being so disconnected with the blog lately. I'm thinking you might possibly be getting tired of guest posts & are starting to wonder why the heck you are sticking around. Well, I promise I'm coming back. Life has just been incredibly stressful lately. I'm talking so stressful, that I have a lovely mark on my lip to prove just how stressed I am. 

My hubby & I are going through a "transition" right now. Today marked the day that we are officially done being renters to a fabulous landlord. Regardless of the fact that we haven't been living in the rented house for 2 weeks now. We went and got ourselves some new "landlords". Also known as, my in-laws. 

Yes, you read that correct. I now live with my in-laws. 

Never in a million years did I think I'd ever write that sentence. But, alas, I did. And ya know what, it's sinking in. I'm beginning to grasp the severity of the situation we were in financially. The only way out was to literally move out. I lost my teaching job last April. My husband hasn't worked since March. My Thirty-One business that I started in June isn't exactly offering up a full time income right now. We couldn't afford our rent anymore. Which doesn't surprise me, since it was incredibly high to begin with. Our bills were piling up. We had two cars, but only one that actually worked. Student loans are still expected to be paid. The bill for my knee surgery finally came in. 

It was just overwhelming. And frustrating. And hard.

So hard.

I'd love to tell you that I don't put some blame on my husband. That I am such an amazing wife who knows her husband did everything he could to avoid this situation.

But I can't do that.

My husband did let me down. And he knows that so there's no need to go into details. 

But for the sake of being honest with you all, I need to tell ya that I wasn't clinging to my faith much when I would think about what more the Mr. could have been doing to keep us from having to live with his parents.

I don't think people realize how embarrassing it is to have to do something like this. 

It's a shot to your pride, for sure.

I feel like sometimes I need to tell fibs about my life when people ask me things.

When they say "Where are you living?" I just answer "In _____." I leave out the fact that it's actually my in-laws house.

WE have both been irresponsible with our money. I mean, come on, we have been married for 2 years. Don't have kids. Don't have a mortgage. Yet we don't have any money.
Yes, over the past 6 months there has been little income. But why the heck didn't we have a savings built up to protect us when something like this happened?

Oh that's right. 

We were foolish. We didn't use God's money wisely.

And now we get to humble ourselves and basically start over.

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