I was feeling better at some point, but memories of my old h9me came flowing today. I had a nice old house, 3 kids, 2 dogs and a cat. Also a business. At some point, when my relationship with my x started to deteriorate, as well as her mental health, I thought I had almost everything I needed, if I could just fix my relationship with her. I loved that house. I loved living in that town by the beach. Then I shut my business because it went down, and shortly after, she left. Now I am back in my hometown, at my parent's house, in my teenage bed at 42, and underemployed. Counting the minutes to see my kids (which I have half the time; I know, I shouldn't complain, many of you have it worse. Still, it sucks). And worried sick about my kids. And I miss the person my ex used to be. Had to vent. Note: if anyone will suggest gett8ng a hobby; it was an old hobby which made all these memories come back.