Jill.Harvey

For some reason Christmas Eve started at 4 pm.  Even though Dave gets the kids all day long on Christmas Day...  That’s a whole new page, and there are a bunch of things that aren’t fair with this divorce decree.  So every one shows up at 4 pm.  And, as usual, Dave drops off Luke, Olivia and Charlotte. And unfortunately I missed a child. Ella, who who had just days earlier decided not to attend family functions ended her relationship with her nana and papa and even her mother, that’s the truth, her own mother. She broke my heart when she dictated that fact.

  Here we go again. Back from the dead... Where do I begin?  Well, my ex took care of me in our beautiful home on Mauna Lane, in Huntington Beach.  We got about 8 years together there, and that was amazing and he was amazing until one day, out out of now here, and I’m assuming it was  a push from Dave's parents, he suggested we move to Utah to be closer to his family.  Which meant a major move away from MY parents. I suggested we attend the temple, and while sitting in the celestial room I picked up the closest Book of Mormon and just flipped the page to my favorite scripture. 1 Nephi , Chapter 3 verse 7 and I felt this scripture's power.  We went home to  discuss this option with the kids and with a plan to fast on the decision of moving to Utah, everyone supporting the idea, other than Ella. Which we should have listened more carefully to.  Well, Dave’s family started looking at renting a home, they were over the moon about having all...