I was talking to a woman last night and I felt her pain. She had the dream life, the dream house, the dream marriage. In months it all dissolved. Unfortunately, right as the quarantine began so she moved to a new town but has been pretty isolated.
She designed the inside and outside of the house. I saw pictures. Gorgeous! She lived there about two years but in that last one realized that her marriage was ending.
Houses are like everything in this world – you can’t take it with you. I was so excited about the community of cohousing and didn’t care a lick about the design of the house. Now I”m the opposite. I love looking at houses on Zillow and watching design shows. And I really like the idea of being a landlord and home investor. How things change!
Divorce does that too. Forces change upon you. My new pal is sad to lose the home but designed the interior of a new home and likes finding out who she is after having an identity wrapped around her husband most of her life. Loss is not the end. A new beginning.
I still am grieving losing what I thought was my dream house but I was too entangled with the people who let me down. Now I enjoy renting it out and hope to make a profit selling it some day. I didn’t know I was shark until I was pushed off the plank.
Divorce is the ultimate one person’s trash is another person’s treasure. Of course, dream houses are not trash but they go on to bring joy to someone else. My pal sold her house to a family that love it. My renters are so happy to live in a brand new house for the first time in their lives and so far, have become super heroes in the community for their ability to fix landscaping tools. (Grounds is a popular committee there).
I myself live in my new dream house because of a divorce. It makes me sad that it comes from someone else’s pain (or two someone else’s) but I feel a little better knowing it was their home away from home at the beach. It wasn’t their primary place. Who knows – it could have been a purchase to try to mend the relationship but the bandaid didn’t work. That’s what I wonder about my neighbors who are divorcing too – they just moved in too.
Relationships are tough. Many break up. With that, dreams go down the drain and keys get turned over to someone else to build their life in that dream house.