After my divorce, I was left with almost nothing—two bags of clothes, a failing phone, and no savings. The hardest thing I lost wasn’t my house or my possessions, but the future I had imagined. Exhausted, heartbroken, and starting over from scratch, I accepted every shift I could at a neighborhood diner just to keep a roof over my head.
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