Hi, Es. I'm sorry about what's happened, and I wish you and your husband all the luck in the world. Bad times don't last forever, and every now and then, they lead to opportunities. I hope this little narrative I'm about to give you proves encouraging.
My story isn't about financial success (yet!), but it IS about a "negative" situation turning out to be something wonderful. I was laid off from my job -- a job I really liked and which would have paid enough to cover food, clothes and average rent -- a couple of months ago. It was a shock to everyone; on that dark Wednesday afternoon, the company's Grand Poobah just called twnety of us in for a meeting (there were only about 90-100 people working there), handed us envelopes, gave us some lame speech about "higher profitability" and "looking attractive to investors" and told us we were all out of a job. To make things even worse, this happened just one week before I was planning to FINALLY move out of my parents' house and into my very first apartment, which I had already picked out.
Well, shortly after the layoff the building where I would have been living burned down. Thankfully, I hadn't signed a lease! I also had a second choice... and that burned down within another week. Somehow, I got the feeling that my destiny might not be in Flint, but I had no idea how to move on, what to do, or even, in a lot of ways, exactly who I was. (I broght this up for a reason, but you'll have to be patient to see what it is. )
I spent a lot of time making new friends online and exploring my newfound lesbian identity: reading books, watching movies (GOOD movies, not porn :P), writing in my diary. I also spent a lot of time rediscovering my spiritual side, which I had started to lose touch with as of late, and even spent a month working out the details of my first novel. I've learned a lot about myself and feel a lot more comfortable in my own skin... but the story doesn't end there.
In two weeks, I'm moving to Ypsilanti. I realized a week ago that without my job in Flint, there's absolutely nothing keeping me here. I found a great roommate (a bisexual Wiccan -- who would've guessed?) with a house to share, and we'll be working out the details of my move tonight. No, I don't have a job secured yet, but I know I'll find one relatively soon. And Ann Arbor -- the REAL paradise that's practically right across the street from my new home -- doesn't seem to offer jobs that pay less than $7.50/hour. If I have to, I'll work two jobs, I don't care. I'll be out of my parents' house and living more-or-less where I've always wanted to.
So, what I thought was a disaster turned out to be my ticket to freedom. I just had to be aware of the opportunities around me. Maybe things will turn out just as well for you and your family.
P.S. I've also learned to trust my Tarot cards. So far, they've predicted the loss of my job (and its ultimately being a liberating experience), my time of creativity and introspection, my move to Ypsilanti (specifically, crossing water -- in this case, the Huron River -- to reach a better location and the start of a new phase of my life), and various other things that ended up happening. They also predict that I'll find a good job after my move, and that at some point in the not-too-distant future, I'll end up rich. Let's just hope the cards haven't decided to crap out on me NOW.
"Most men complacently accept 'knowledge' as 'truth'. They are sheep, ruled by fear."
-- Sydney Losstarot, "Vagrant Story."