Air… We have to have it to survive and at the same time if it is filled with toxic gases it can kill you.

It seems like for the past 7 years I have been breathing horrible, toxic filled air. For the past 2 years I have been trying to rise above the fumes and this past weekend I have succeeded. I am now breathing fresh air and I love it!

This past weekend I have finally left my husband and I have moved into my own little place with my youngest daughter. Our divorce is nearing the very last phase.

A few weeks ago I stumbled onto some cute little townhouses. I feel in love with the place right off the bat! I picked my youngest up from school and we went straight back to go look at the place. Before we even parked the car my daughter said, “We are moving into this place!” I went the next day and signed the lease.

The second day we were in our place my oldest daughter came over for dinner. For the first time since I can remember she looked like she was at home. She didn’t have to worry about spilling something and getting yelled at, or moving her eyes to look at something and getting accused of rolling her eyes.

I can also sense a huge sigh of relief from my youngest. She doesn’t have to worry about doors slamming throughout the house. She no longer has to listen to all of the negativity that she had to hear every single day.

And here I sit on my couch doing what I want to do, when I want to do it and the way I want it done!

Ahhhh…. Fresh Air!