Bankrupt and at the bottom

I learned last month that Nancy was preparing to declare bankruptcy, and that her brother and ex-husband both told her it was a bad move to make. She told my wife that she was going to have to go to whoever's office and get the piece of paper she had signed the day before.

She's come so far down from where she thought she was! I tear up when I think about how great her life was: a husband that would buy her mid-field seats to the football game and deliver them in a model of the stadium, a life where she spent Christmas in New York City, summers on trips to Europe and South America as well as domestic destinations, and an expensive house that was paid for with a pool, two-story veranda, and lots of other amenities, and all the other things she had. She gave this and her two daughters up so she could go and squander her ex-husband's money away on furniture, funished apartments, and trading cars every 6 months until she is at the point of selling her precious photography equipment to thugs in order to buy groceries while she lives for free with a lady she met over the Internet. Wow! What a fall!

Now she's telling my wife about how she's "thinking positive" and using positive affirmations to help bolster her mood. This after she spent the day on the beach with her married guy friend ("just friends!") talking about life. I'm glad my woman sees what is happening for what it is: a sad thing that just gets sadder as Nancy goes further down this path she chose for herself. I think back to when she was plotting her divorce, carrying her guidebook around in a Barnes and Noble bag and telling my wife how horrible her life was, and have to resist laughing and her plight now.

Oh, well. I hope her trouble doesn't come to us as something to help deal with. We'll see...