I get by with a little help from my friends.

My ex didn’t want the farm.

Actually, he did, until he didn’t anymore, but that’s a little beside the point.

That day last summer, the day that he yelled over the phone that the farm would kill me, that it was too much for me to do on my own, he was pretty clear on not wanting the farm.

I stood between my barns, acutely aware of everything that was broken or undone. ¬†Everything that required my time and my energy and my money. ¬†Everything that needed to be done that I didn’t know how to do. ¬†Tears ran down my cheeks, because his words left me with no future. Continue reading “I get by with a little help from my friends.”

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