Flashback to Jan 22, 2014. On that day, my only offspring decided she could no longer share a domicile with her soon-to-be ex-husband. Finding that they had jointly burned so many bridges that she had no where to turn, she called her dad and asked if she could stay with him (me).
Of course, I said, “Yes” and started trying to figure out how we could make this work, on even a temporary basis. I also made it abundantly clear that this was intended to be only temporary, so she could pay off what bills she needed to, and get back on her own two feet. What made it very surreal is that, because her mother and I split up when my daughter was only 3 months old, this was to be the first time in 26 years that she had stayed under my roof.
With some coaching on money-management, and occasional pep-talks about priorities, and a lot of love, she’s made some huge progress. Even after losing the part-time job she had back then, she quickly replaced it with a different one and kept going.
And finally, today, she found out that she’s been approved to move in to a subsidized housing unit about 2 miles away. There is still some paperwork to complete, but it looks like she’s going to be moving at the beginning of next month.