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I was in over my head. I lasted six months at the job. I just couldn’t sell savings accounts to save my life!

      An old friend of Barry’s who’d remained a friend of mine worked at an employment agency. He saved me from my own misery by finding me a job with a company that made decals and labels. This I could do. I could sell decals and labels. I breathed a sigh of relief!

      As I was having all of those experiences and was beginning to stand on my own, I became even more attractive to my ex-husband. Barry began to seriously pay attention to me and to our children. He said he knew he’d made a terrible mistake abandoning all of us and hoped we would let him back into our lives.

      I wanted to believe him with all my heart. I also wanted to believe that I could forgive him for everything he had done to us. I certainly wasn’t entertaining the thought that I might have contributed in any way to the collapse of our marriage. He was the defective partner, and I was quite willing to assume that as my truth too. My therapist couldn’t seem to make a dent in my mind regarding this.

      I took Barry back. We remarried -- and lasted about a year. I hadn’t forgiven him. I couldn’t. And he tried, yes, he tried to make it work. Only after we were remarried did I realize that somewhere deep inside I actually hated him for dragging me through all we’d been through together. We had been through it together, but I still saw it as his doing. I’d only been the willing victim. I had started smoking pot again, now that he was back in my life, and that certainly didn’t help. One night, after we’d smoked together, he complained that after I smoked, I was too tired for anything else but sleep. He knew that pot always made me sleepy. Why was he complaining now?

      His complaining surprised and angered me. I didn’t hesitate to share that anger with him as I explained to him that after a long day at work and caring for the kids, how could I have energy left for much of anything else? I let it all out. All the hate, pain, and anger. I wouldn’t have been working full time in the first place if he had stayed with us and cared for us as he should have. We’d been abandoned. I’d made a new life. It was exhausting to do all I did now, but I was doing it. Where had he been when I needed him the most? He was stunned. So was I. – With that, our marriage was over, once and for all.

      A few days later, Barry came to Zack, who was only seven at that time, and told him that things really weren’t working out after all. I saw my son collapse emotionally for the second time. Zack didn’t cry, or protest. I just felt him fall apart inside. Somehow he already knew that it was over. In fact, years later he told me that he had seen his father with a neighbor in a romantic embrace while we were still married and had hidden the information away inside him. It took him years to retrieve it.

      Todd was still too young to comprehend. He’d never really bonded with Barry. He had only been one year old when Barry left the first time. When he had rejoined our family, it was if a new buddy had come to be with us that everyone told him was his “real” daddy.

      After Barry left, I arose every day, sent Zack off to school, took Todd to daycare, came back home, cried, and then started to work. Wasn’t I ever going to get it right? Would I ever have a home with two parents for my children?

      Prior to our separation, Barry and I had purchased another home in the same area. We had made a tidy profit on the sale of my half of the duplex we lived in before. But when we moved in, I was a single mother once again.

      The house was perfect for raising kids. It was on a lovely street only one block long. There was a spacious living room and den, both with fireplaces, a front porch, a sundeck in the back, a full basement that would become the band room for the boys in later years, and 3 bedrooms. The attic became the fourth bedroom eventually. There was also a full bath upstairs and a half bath down. We bought the house for a mere $43,000. Barry signed a quit claim deed, and it was mine.

      I raised the children in that house for fifteen years. Zack and Todd still go back from time to time to see it. I feel a sense of pride for how I created a life for them to feel secure, even as I searched for answers to find the security I still felt missing inside of me.

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      One wonderful thing that happened while Barry and I were still together is that we took astrology classes from the same teacher that had taught our neighbor. The teacher was charismatic and brilliant. He made every area interesting and comprehensible. But a curious thing happened shortly after classes began. I was able to anticipate what would be taught that night. I felt as if someone or something had placed the information inside me. It wasn’t coming from “out there.” It was in me. Immediately I found myself using the complicated mathematical procedures, which included logarithms to draft charts, and I was able to read them with ease. This astounded me since I most certainly was not a math whiz by any means! The amount of detail that went into drawing up charts, which included glyphs, houses, signs, and aspects didn’t seem daunting to me at all.

      I also felt as if I was receiving a lot of help reading the charts. I didn’t know where this help came from, or what it was, but it was damned good. People were astounded at what I was able to tell them. I was, too. It was a similar feeling to how I felt in school when I would take tests without studying. (I never really learned to study because I would always get good grades without much effort, unless it was in math.) Now I was doing math to do the charts. I was using everything in me, including information from somewhere that I didn’t really understand.

      I finally had a tool that could help me comprehend the workings of the universe. People wanted to pay me money for the charts. And I agreed to accept that. But eventually I had to stop. After reading quite a few charts, I began to realize that there was more to learn. I didn’t have all the answers. Even though people were quite happy with the readings, I felt there was more to say in order to explain how I was seeing what I was seeing.

      I still didn’t know enough and I didn’t want people to think of me as Madame Zsa, with a turban on her head and a sign in the window that said, The Reader Is In. That isn’t who I wanted to be.

      So, I stopped taking money until I knew what it was that was missing.

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      I was still searching for the man to make my sense of self complete and to give the children a father in our home. This time, he came in the form of my step-brother who had taken a leave of absence from school to take care of his mother, Carolyn, as she lay dying. At that time we spent a lot of time together and I grew to like him, even though he was seven years my junior. After Carolyn died we had remained friends. I knew he’d been infatuated with me when he was a kid, and I never quite forgot that.

      One Thanksgiving, we were invited to his home in Columbus for dinner. After the kids were in bed, we talked and talked and talked. He called a few days later to say he’d be in Cleveland to announce for a game. He was part owner of a radio station in Columbus. I agreed to see him that evening. His wife had left him and I knew he would be good to the boys and to me. When he came by, I told him that I was feeling love for him. He didn’t say a thing, just left.

      He called a few days later, and I asked why he hadn’t said anything. He thought he had. He (still) felt the same way. About a year later, we were married.

      My second husband was never able to father children of his own. We never discovered the reason why. So, Zack and Todd became children he could love.

      We forged a strong family unit based on all that we had learned being raised together with parents who knew how to love their children and offer them the best they could. And although Zack and Todd would have many issues to plow through that were their own agendas, they have often said it was a good family in which to be raised.

      Now that I was in a good marriage, maybe I could settle down and get on with the rest of my life.

      Chapter 12

      Becoming a Director

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