Nothing substantial to add, felt like writing though.
I’ve been enjoying the past days while waiting for my monthly pay to hit my account this Friday – I’m dead broke until then.
I didn’t “bet” new amounts since I had the weekend relapse, and I could have. Maybe it’s a start.
I’ve enjoyed observing my kids more, they’re on school holiday this week. I love seeing them smile, laugh, ask questions. I just love spending time with them, as I know these moments will be missed. They grow up too fast.
I’ve read this somewhere but I forgot where – you will mostly spend time with your children while they’re grown ups. And made me cry when I realised it’s true. I love them so much in all being. I would have loved to take them o a trip this week, but… you know, their dad played around with money, and he surely found out.
It’s hard to grasp that I’ve spent 10k eur last year on our summer holiday in Rhodes, and now I’m not only dead broke, but in debt too.
I still find joy in this broke existence however, and I’m buiding up my strength to pursue that virtuous outcome from all this mess.
This too shall pass.
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