I knew better than to even remotely get my hopes up about the house showing. I Freakin knew it. I had the voice in my head say "LUCE! STOP!" but I continued to start to dream this was it. The people were asking all sorts of positive questions...and even my SO kept saying things about how he would pack this and this...sell this..get rid of...he spent last week organizing...getting ready.

For....

No offer.

Another showing to someone else that put in a low offer before. They actually are coming to look at it.

This is all too much. I am cracking. My fibers that hold me together are coming unstitched.

I have a preteen daughter that has overnight become someone I don't know. I thank God my ex is working with me with her. That's the postive.

These last couple of days I have been a crying mess.

MY future is right there. Waiting.

Yet slowly as time goes on, I feel it slipping away.

And there isn't a damn thing I can do about it but wait.