At one time in my life I thought I was lucky. I was lucky I had a great husband, who provided so well for us. I was lucky I easily had 3 kids, 2 planned and the 3rd a happy surprise. I was lucky I had a great house and new, top of the line cars to drive. I was lucky I was able to pay the bills & buy, pretty much whatever I wanted, when I wanted it. I was lucky I had friends & could help them out (sometimes finacially) when needed. I was lucky I was a stay at home mom with no need to work.
Am I still lucky? My husband has no job, no money coming in right now. My great house was sold & now I live in a much smaller one. We have 1 car now. I can no longer pay bills, never mind buy anything extra at all. The friends I thought I had, well, some of them don't keep in touch any more.
I think I am still lucky. My husband & I love each other. My kids are healthy & very happy. I have a roof over my head ( I may not love this house, but I'm very grateful to have it) we have a car, it's a bit small for a family of 5, but it gets us around. My real friends are still around. I may not talk to them every day, but I know I can call anytime & they will be there for me as I am for them. That's more than a lot of people have>
I have faith things will turn around for us. I have faith that things will not be this awful forever. I have faith that our lives will be back to my normal this year. Well, my normal with some changes. Applying the lessons I've learned through these past 9 months so we don't find ourselves back here.
I remember reading a book; I think it was called Swapping Lives by Jane Green. In it one of the characters husbands loses his job & they end up having to sell everything & move in with her parents. I remember thinking to myself, how awful that could totally happen to us. But I didn't do a single thing to insure that it didn't happen. Big. Mistake. A mistake I won't repeat. Lesson learned.