I’m not a real person. I mean, I AM a real person, but my name is not Rebekah Miller. According to the social media policies at TheJob, anything I say online “represents the company”. If I state an opinion TheJob doesn’t like, it’s a fireable offense. No one in “real life” knows this blog exists – not even my husband.
I’m a 30-something divorcee who has remarried to a man with two boys. If I could forget the first marriage, I would. However, the ex-husband left mounds of debt in his wake. I’ve paid off most of his debt, but a few thousand dollars linger. ExHusband’s justification for cheating on me – repeatedly – was that I couldn’t have children due to an autoimmune disease. Yeah, ExHusband is a douche tsunami.
My current husband is Jonathan. We’ve have known each other since childhood. Jonathan’s ex-wife left him, and her 2 children, for another man. Since Jonathan’s two boys, Luke and Oliver, live with us 90% of the time, I consider them my kids. Jonathan is a construction worker. Luke is a middle schooler with severe anxiety and an unnatural love of video games. Oliver is a happy go lucky elementary schooler who is constantly hungry. I sold my house in the city so we could live together in Jonathan’s dream house in the woods.
By day, I work with technology for a major company. This is as much detail as I can give. Outside of the day job, I create art. Why don’t I create art for a living? Two words: health insurance. I have been diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis and fibromyalgia. I live through pain, fatigue, and bizarre symptoms daily.
Anonymous Girl is the only place where I can write honestly about relationships, step parenting, financial, and health struggles to save my sanity…and hopefully provide an interesting read.