He lost his job.  We weren't going to receive child support and alimony for who knows how long.  He had been so regular and timely paying it, that we had come to depend on it. It was our rent money.
So after only 6 months of living in our own place, we had to move.
Just when I feel like life is getting back to normal---"Wham!" Oh no you don't!
So asked mom and dad if we could move back in with them, again.  I feel terrible for them.  I feel terrible for us.  I am extremely grateful that my parents are so good with my kids, my dog, me.  Mom cleans up after us, does our laundry when it piles up, what the shows the kids want to watch.
But I know it is a burden to suddenly have 4 rambunctious others in your home, plus a yappy dog.
So here we are.  Failure to launch, again.
I'm saving money, we are doing things we couldn't afford before- like food, movies, paying bills.  I am grateful for this chance to get my shit together.
Montana starts her learners permit this year.  Sierra will get married in the next couple of years.  And I have a chance to save up for these events.
How would I do it otherwise?