My Ex Ended Up Financially Better Off Than Me. Divorce Isn’t Fair.
I’m working through my anger about my financial situation as a divorced woman.
The drive to get to my ex-husband’s new home takes me up a steep, winding road. I drive from the tiny, two-bedroom apartment where I live in an urban part of the city, into the lush foothills, past the vast, green stretches of land, and the baronial houses perched on the cliffsides.
Finally, I hit the subdivision where my ex-husband now lives. This is where he rents a home with his new wife and her children. It’s a home where I’d like to be living with our two kids.
Our children have their own bedrooms in this house (they have to share a room at my place). Still, it’s not the same. My eldest hates going to his father’s house because I’m not there. I should be living in this house with my children.
Not that I want to be back married to my ex, but I want to live in a large house like this one. It’s a five-bedroom home located near my eldest son’s high school. He can walk back and forth to school if he wants.
This is so much more convenient than having to be driven miles from the ugly place in the crummy part of town where I live. I’m usually the one driving my son to school.
