Did you ever wake up and feel like you had somehow found yourself in an alternate universe, one completely opposite to anything you’d ever known?  One where up was down, black was white, good was evil and the people who had always loved & cherished you suddenly brimmed with hatred?  That is what has happened to me.

For the last 14 years I’ve lived with my daughter, a single mother.  Until last year I did all the driving.  Her child was born into my hands and I have been her caretaker 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year since the day she was born so that her mother could hold a job, have a career, go to college, travel the world, have a life.   Over the years I’ve contributed every dime to the household.  I’ve homeschooled her child.   I’ve always thought that this was my family, that I was cared for and appreciated.   And then one day last week I found my daughter moving boxes out to the car to take to her new apartment.  An apartment that I have never seen.  An apartment that I will never see.  And that is when I learned that I am being discarded, left behind, thrown out with the trash.  No explanation. No money. Nowhere to go. No way to get there.

I cannot sleep.  For days I did little other than cry, because frankly I am frantic.  So many times in my long life I’ve had to pick up the shards of the destruction of my life and glue them back together again.  But then I was young and strong and full of courage.  Now I am old, but not quite old enough for Social Security.  Now I am definitely not as spry as I used to be.  And this time, I am not at all sure that I can scrape together the courage that it takes to rebuild your life.  This time, I am not sure that I want to.

I haven’t really left the house in years.  One trip around WalMart puts me flat on my back for a couple of days.  The aisle in the grocery store that has all the candles and air fresheners and scented detergents leaves me gasping for air, running for an inhaler.  Still, I’m lucky enough to have hundreds of Facebook friends from all over the world.  When I first found out that I was to be thrown away I begged them to pray for me.  And so two nights ago I realized that I do have an education.  If my feet won’t let me stand up to work at McDonald’s, my allergies keep me out of WalMart and the grocery store, and  I’m too long gone from my profession, I can at least substitute teach.  If I can get a license.  If I can get a car.  If I can pay for the background checks.  If I can somehow keep body and soul together until school starts in the fall.

What do you do when you have just 18 days left?  I guess for me the answer is to write about all the things I love, the things I’ve lost, the places I’ve been.  18 days to end the only life I’ve ever known. 18 days to sell most of what I own.  What a new life might be I have no clue.  I’ve never made one just for me.  I’m not sure I know how.  I hope you’ll share my journey.

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