I Saw My Ex in My Apartment Building

The good news and bad news of this nightmare

My post-divorce home is my unexpected happy place. It’s kinda like college. At first, you resist and miss everything familiar but one day you find yourself thinking, “I like it here!”

The new becomes comfortable.

I was initially traumatized my ex-husband wiped me out financially.

Especially since we didn’t own one home. We also owned two investment properties. I had literally gone from one extreme to another. Accepting I may never be a homeowner again, at least in the near future was depressing.

But then I discovered the luxury apartment building.

It happened out of desperation.

My ex-husband ruined our credit in an attempt to make us look broke. No private homeowner was willing to rent to me. I remember the agony of accepting my fate.

I walked into the building devastated by my predicament.

But luxury was an understatement.

A concierge, a pool, a gym, game rooms, and more. My trauma was dissipating. And like the new car industry, they would do nearly anything to get me to qualify.