Please don't tell Me what's Good 4 Me... in Plan B

Just got off the phone with my sister and I hate it when she thinks I made the mistake of renting out an apt. when I should be saving the $ for a car or just life. But on my side of the fence I am looking at a lovely safe place in the town that I live in - in a place I lived before that I know I will be there. When? I don’t know when ( my magic 8 ball dried up and I don’t have an answer right now) but I just know that after all the shit I been thru I don’t want to start somewhere new like downtown or whatever. I got the offer on the apt. and I took it. Plus I don’t have to pay for my kids. It must be nice to be married to a man who has more $ than gawd and you yourself have more $ than you know what to do with and your telling me how to live my life. Really? When she bought a cell phone out of her own $ and couldn’t show to him for 6 months out of fear? WTF? I am trying - I am. I have to do what is the best for me. Dosn’t she think I’m scared? I’m not living - I haven’t “lived” for years. But least I’m not living in fear. I am just surviving and trying to stay positive and moving forward not as fast as I would like but hey moving forward better than last year working at the alf and the year before working at chico’s for $8 and change an hour. I just feel overwhelmed and I get that way sometimes.
I’ll be ok. I will always be ok and right now that is good enough for me. I will “live” when I’m ready. Right now I just have to concentrate on keeping my shit together. Big sigh. Milk n cookie time.