I really had held on to Honolulu as long as possible, I kept hoping my husband would come back and try to resolve the real problems. But, he didn't. He probably has the same problems now.
I had been laid off by United Airlines in Honolulu and that was hard. No job, no money to pay the mortgage. My friend Pixie helped by giving me a part time job at her company for the armed forces air passengers. It really helped me. This company gave me a free ride to Chicago so that I could get to my new job in New York. I had to buy that ticket. United would do nothing to help me get to their job.
I was lucky enough to have worked for Mr. Newman in Chicago where I went to the Art Institute of Chicago. His son John was going through a divorce at the same time as me. His wife was leaving with his best friend. He came to visit in Honolulu on his way home from Indonesia where he worked for the Ford Foundation. I like John, he let me stay at his apartment on Park Ave and 37th in the city. I couldn't stand the constant attempts at making it with me. Shiatsu and all of it. I bolded to a strange basement apartment near my job in Rockleigh( zoned two acres for horse country). I was terrified at this place. Didn't stay long.
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