There is no way to describe 2025 in words that don’t start with expletives. If someone had told me how bad it would be, I would have impaled myself on a cactus in Arizona, where we lived for 6 years taking care of my folks until they passed away last year.

Denver was supposed to be a new start to living back near my only son and grandkids after the hubby retired earlier this year. Instead our “new” home poisoned me from the hidden toxins that had been growing for many years. It took 10 ER visits and a ton of money to “cure” my home and health.

But I was also poisoned by the distance that had grown between myself and my son. You can’t move back home and expect things to be the same as when you left 6 years earlier. And the fact that my DIL hates me, doesn’t help at all.

So we left our new home and explored the world so the house could be re-built from the inside, one expensive project after another. That was fun in the beginning, but we really just kept searching for Nirvana, a place of peace and re-birth, but there was none.

We kept wanting to buy a new place to escape, but it never worked. We even moved to California the past few months, renting one nasty place after another. What appeared to be lovely on the outside, was just as diseased on the inside as our home in Colorado.

Many people took advantage of us in the construction and real estate worlds. It’s evidently a very common practice according to the Colorado and California court systems. There have been non-stop fights with sleaze ball’s the entire year.

So in this last day of a disastrous, ungodly expensive year filled with illness, unbelievable challenges and having the door slam in our face by both of our families, I want to reflect on if there was anything good about it other than my grandkids.

Nothing a Control-Alt-Delete wouldn’t fix!

Happy New Year 2026! I think many of us are hoping for a better year than 2025.

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