Adulting

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In my 47 years of life I have always been “taken care of.” My parents for the first 19 years of my life and my husband for the past 28. Now I’m on my own. I’ve never had to pay bills, my husband always did. I never knew anything about financial matters, my husband told me not to worry about it. My name’s never been on anything except the title to the house we bought in 2012. Now, my name isn’t on that any longer. I will own my 2007 mini-van soon and that’s it. Sure, I get to keep my stuff from the house and there’s a settlement package tied up with a bow and my whole life has been reduced to a pile of papers. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. It hurts too much to go into details.

Today, I purchased my own car insurance policy. I paid a bill. And now I feel like I’m going to vomit. Is adulting always like this?