After everything went wrong and M. died, I sold my house to a real estate flipper, just to be able to move on. I walked away with a check for $79. Seventy-nine dollars, for ten years of my life. It was like he handed me a note that said 'This is what you're worth, you loser.'
Sometimes you've just got to walk away and close the door, and it's hard and it's sad. But it's not a failure, Maria. You're doing what you need to do.