Single in the Ghetto

This is the true story of a single unemployed-by-choice mom who lives with her pseudo-boyfriend Joel and their toddler son Tyson in a trailer park near Denver, Colorado. She is highly educated and a bit too glamorous for her current neighborhood, but the situation is hilarious and tragic at the same time. Will ghetto life make her humble and sympathetic to her "manufactured housing community" neighbors or will it just make her even more snobbish? A blog about life in general.

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Location: near Denver, Colorado, United States

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

No Longer in the Ghetto

It has been forever, I know. How much has changed in a little over a year you ask? Well, for starters:
-- I no longer live in the freakin' ghetto. I finally moved out of Joel's place and back into my own wonderful house which I spent a ton of money remodeling.
-- I'm back to teaching. I interviewed like crazy in Spring 2007 and finally got a job teaching 2nd grade in the District 27J.
-- I am still not dating, but thinking about it. Just have to work on putting myself out there. I just can't help but think about the last time I found someone through match.com, fell head over heels, and it didn't work out. The memories still haunt me, and it was only a month we went out in 2003. Five years ago.
-- My ex-husband is still married to that Tammy chick and they have a baby girl who will be 1 in August. They are expecting another one in December.

This last bit of news makes me somewhat depressed. I don't know why I can't seem to move on. I'm not sure how I'm ever supposed to meet anyone. I don't go anywhere or do anything, and I just feel like I'm going to be alone for the rest of my life. I've got Ty for now, who will be 3 years old in one more week. But one day he'll be grown up and it'll be just me. At least I hate cats so I can avoid that cliche.

This will be my last post here, seeing as how I no longer live in the ghetto. And here's something funny: Yesterday Ty was crying in the car "I don't wanna go to Papa's house!" I told him he needed to tell his daddy to buy a new house. So as soon as we pull up to the trailer and I open the car door, Joel comes out and Ty screams at him "Buy a new house Papa!" It was cute and heartbreaking at the same time. I can only thank the Goddess that my son has at least one nice home in a decent neighborhood. I will never live in the ghetto again.