Fresh Start

I'm waiting for the next shoe to drop.  Everything is going so well, I'm worried a big mess must be just around the corner waiting to pounce.

Today I start my new job and I'm so excited.  My friends and family told me how bad the job market here was, and I probably wouldn't make nearly as much as I did back in Michigan.  Happily for me, they were wrong.  I had my choice of jobs and got myself a hefty increase in pay.  All the perks are there too, from day one... I couldn't have custom designed a better work situation.

I'm living with a girlfriend until I get myself back on my feet.  She has been wonderfully supportive, and my son and I have settled into a pleasant routine.  She's the perfect roommate and instead of returning the favor, I'm probably freaking her out by crying. 

Everyone has been so loving, supportive and just plain good to me, that I'm on the point of grateful tears nearly all the time.  I guess there are worse things than tears of gratitude.

I'm happy.  Everything has been working out better than I expected. Because of taxes, car insurance and other miscellaneous stuff, I still talk to Mr. Hyde now and then, but all our correspondence or calls have been civil...so far, so good.

More than three years ago, when I moved out there after Mr. Hyde and I got married, it was nothing but stress and heartache.  The movers did not come when they were supposed to
come pack up my stuff so I had to pay an extra month's rent on my apartment.  When they
did come, they mucked up the apartment so bad, I lost my security deposit. 

Then they held my furniture hostage for more than 3 weeks and tried to get more money out of me.  In my new home with Mr. Hyde, he got laid off from work and I couldn't find a job to save my life. It took him 3 months and me another 9 before we both found work.