Lynn’s Recollections and Reflections #25 – Losing My Favorite Home

The Tax Man Cometh

A year after the home I shared with my ex-husband sold and I had my taxes done, I learned about something called capital gains.

In a nutshell, it means if you sell a piece of real estate and you don’t invest the profit into another piece of real estate of the same or greater value you have to pay taxes on the difference. The rate in 1991 was 28%.

The only way that I could pay these taxes was to sell my home. I was devastated. Working as a self-employed Interior Designer didn’t provide me the funds to live and pay the tax. My little business was also too big of a risk to borrow money to pay the tax.

photo of tax forms

Selling My Home

As had been my experience with almost every house, the house hit the market and sold in days.

Heartbroken I had to pack and move. I found a sweet little townhouse close by that was perfect for me and Kenny.

On the day of closing, I was backing my car around the moving truck to go to the closing. I was going pretty fast as I was late and I also wasn’t paying attention to anything but where I was in relationship to the truck. My car hit a huge tree.

What Else Could Go Wrong

My body slammed pretty hard into the steering wheel and did damage to the car but I continued on my way.

The closing went smoothly and I moved all of my things to the townhouse.

I went to bed because I wasn’t feeling well. I spent the next few days in bed trying to feel better. I was taking Tylenol and drinking 7up and water but I just wasn’t getting any better.

As the days wore on, I kept taking more and more Tylenol. I needed to get better as I was hosting a surprise birthday party for my sister in a week.

While I lingered in my bed there were painters and wallpaperers working around me to make our new house a home. Kenny was spending time with his Dad so that I could move and I kept having to extend the stay because I was feeling so sick.

Eventually, my sister came to check on me. She took one look at me and drove me to my doctor. He took one look at me and sent me to the hospital.

photography of a hospital

My Stay in the Hospital

My kidneys weren’t working and the level of Tylenol in my system was extremely high.

I was at a point where I didn’t remember how long it had been since I took the last dose and while not diagnosed until later the blow to my midsection from the steering wheel had caused damage to my kidneys. I was in kidney failure. I’m not sure why but the doctors at the hospital thought I was trying to kill myself.

With Tylenol?? Who would be that stupid? No matter how much I tried to reassure them that I would never leave Kenny with his father, I was visited by therapists, psychiatrists, and clergy, in between daily kidney dialysis.

I also had crazy reactions to all the medications that they were giving me. At one point I guess I was completely out of my mind. There are two days that I don’t remember at all.

It took some time for them to figure out that the damage to my kidneys in the car accident caused my body not to be processing the Tylenol that I was taking and I was basically poisoning myself.

Going Home

I don’t remember how many days I was in the hospital but I’m thinking it was at least a week, probably longer.

Needless to say, my Sister’s Surprise Birthday Party was canceled. Thank goodness for her and my youngest brother. One of them was with me almost 24/7 when I was in the hospital.

Once home I set about making our townhouse a home for Kenny and me. It wouldn’t be long before I would meet Keith.

I still miss that house that I was forced to sell (ghost and all).

Peace & Love,

A blue background with hand-drawn elements sets the stage. A heart symbol flanked by two lines adds charm, while the text "Lynn xoxo" in cursive whispers a promise to make food prep easier and more delightful.
A dark blue background with a subtle, wavy abstract line pattern running across the center, reminiscent of the flowing creativity often found when living large in a small house.

Some of My Favorite Things

On my blog Living Large in A Small House, I may sometimes use affiliate links, which means a small commission is earned if you make a purchase via the link. The price will be the same whether you use the affiliate link or go directly to the vendor’s website using a non-affiliate link. You can find my full Disclosure Policy HERE

A dark blue background with a subtle, wavy abstract line pattern running across the center, reminiscent of the flowing creativity often found when living large in a small house.
  1. The Introduction
  2. My Parents and Their Friends in the 60s
  3. A Lonely Kid
  4. The Day I Ran Away TO Home
  5. The Tornado
  6.  Moving Away from My Friends
  7. The Summer of 1975
  8. Living with the Devil
  9. After the Summer of 1975
  10. The Wedding
  11. Newlyweds and 2 New Houses
  12. A Baby
  13. Behind Closed Doors
  14. Living the Dream
  15. Four Tumultuous Years
  16. My Sister
  17. Fast Forward To Today
  18. The Divorce
  19. Do Your Homework
  20. Why Am I Doing This
  21. Living Through Abuse
  22. Fixer Upper
  23. Dating Single Mom
  24. The Ghost
A dark blue background with a subtle, wavy abstract line pattern running across the center, reminiscent of the flowing creativity often found when living large in a small house.
A dark blue background with a subtle, wavy abstract line pattern running across the center, reminiscent of the flowing creativity often found when living large in a small house.
WELCOME

Meet Me


After years in corporate America, I’ve channeled my interior design degree and passionate creativity into transforming our 1,300 square foot house into a cozy, inviting haven that proves beautiful living doesn’t require massive square footage.

My slight OCD tendencies fuel my love for organizing while my “Handy” husband helps bring my vintage-inspired decorating visions to life in our empty nest, where we entertain, garden, and cook from scratch.

Join me as I share practical wisdom, genuine humor, and professional insights for making the most of every square inch—because I’ve discovered that living large isn’t about the size of your home but how you fill it with style, function, and heart.

About the elderly woman: With long gray hair and glasses, she wears a white knit sweater and hoop earrings, her gentle smile radiates warmth against the plain light gray background.
A dark blue background with a subtle, wavy abstract line pattern running across the center, reminiscent of the flowing creativity often found when living large in a small house.

Featured

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.