I’m not living the life I had imagined.
I imagined I would be married to my best friend, living at the beach, running a business, playing music whenever it suited me and selling off my properties to assist in my retirement when it came time.
That was my reality until my spouse, who had been my best friend for many years, decided he was tired of our marriage and fell in love with someone younger and slimmer. The economy, which I heard was supposed to be getting better, took a turn for the worse and I had to close my business. My properties went on the market, but no one is buying and I’m in the process of losing my home. I moved to a small southern Oregon town where my daughter lives so I could at least be close to family while my life fell apart…falling apart in a single-wide in a mobile home park…I always wondered why people lived in these things. My other two properties are rented and barely sustaining themselves, and I’m stuck taking care of them with no buyers in sight.
I’m not living the life I had imagined.
I was living it, but like so many people these days, my retirement is close enough that I can see the whites of its eyes and it’s not looking like the leisurely and relaxing time for which I had planned. Instead, I have a low paying, miserable job which underutilizes my skills, that I cannot find my way out of because I can’t live without a paycheck and no one seems to be hiring people of my age group.
I’m pretty sure I’m living someone else’s life…this is nothing like I had imagined.