2019-Me & My Babies
The big day finally arrived! The wedding of a lifetime friend’s son who is like a nephew to me. My girls, Tara (on the left), Katelyn (on the right), and I had been looking forward to this day for a year, not only because of the joyous occasion but it was the first time the three of us were together in a year. I had so much to be grateful for and to be happy about. Yet, the emotional issues I spent a lifetime suppressing erupted that evening. We never know the catalyst or the timing for such an event, but we can be certain of its eventuality.
Nothing in my life was working! Instead of having a successful career, a second home in Tuscany Italy, and loving relationships with my kids, family, and friends as I dreamed, I was financially broke, homeless, emotionally and spiritually broken, and in debt.
Hello, my name is Shari Roberts. I was born and raised in a suburb 40 minutes north of Detroit, MI. It won’t surprise you to learn that I had a long successful career in the automotive industry. Doesn’t everyone who lives in the Detroit area work in some facet of automotive? (LOL)
It was March 2016 when I was called into a meeting with human resources. After 12 years working as a contract employee, I was excitedly anticipating an offer for a full-time position with the client. When I arrived at the conference room, I looked in. The morose expressions of the men in the room told me bad news was coming.
Due to budgetary cuts, my contract was being terminated at the end of April. My contract house director assured me I’d always have a job with them, but that did little to improve my spirit. It was a deja-vu moment having received the same news from a client 2 years prior.
The news hit me hard! It was 7 years after my marriage ended. The thought of dealing with another major life event alone had the dam opening, tears streaming down my face and anxiety pouring in. I was tired of shouldering the responsibility and navigating life alone. I secretly wished for a knight to gallop in and save the day.
My wish came true! The knight appeared and offered me a way out. I could leave Michigan, live with him in Tucson, work as his corporate marketing director and launch my beverage company. A double bonus, my oldest brother, Jim, his wife Yolanda and our mother lived in Tucson. I gave his offer 2 minutes of serious thought and said “Hell yes!”
On June 12, 2016, with minimal belongings, the knight and I were on the road headed southwest. By this time, there were multiple red flags related to the knight that I chose to ignore. When my girls and friends expressed concern I responded “He’s not a murderer! If it doesn’t work out I’ll get a place of my own in Arizona or move back to Michigan.” Honestly, I was so desperate for an adventure and a partner, that nothing was going to stop me. What could go wrong? (A LOT)
What I didn’t foresee, was being subjected to severe mental abuse at the hands of a narcissist. This began three months after arriving and continued until I left, 3 years later. To save the minuscule flicker of light within me I hi-tailed it back to Michigan.
For those that don’t know me, I keep shit real. So, my story is not for the faint of heart! It’s raw, it’s ugly, beautiful, funny, and hopefully inspiring.