At my parents’ funeral, my husband coldly placed the divorce papers in my hand and said, “Sign them. You have no one left to protect you.” Then he took my daughter and disappeared with a wealthy woman. Four years later, when I had become a millionaire, a call came in… and my daughter whispered, “Mom…”

accountant.

My mother always said a disciplined woman could survive anything.

I was living through the test of that belief.

At first, I cried every day.

Then less.

Then I learned to turn pain into something useful.

I started helping small businesses organize their finances. Then I invested in an old house no one wanted in Atlixco, fixed it, rented it out.continue reading …