Did I even spell that title correctly? Hmm…anyway. I’m all alone with my thoughts; for the past few hours. Jorge is working (yes, this late) and the kids aren’t here this weekend 🙁 but they’d probably be asleep by now anyway if they were. Briana, Mia, Joyce and the kids were here earlier, but they’ve…
Grr
Catch-22
I’ve been tip-toeing about how exactly to word this post, but I figured–fuck it, I’m just going to type. The past few months to a year, I’ve already felt like I’m at a standstill; like I’m underappreciated and like I should simultaneously be doing more. The past week has really intensified this feeling. I started…
Maybe. Hopefully.
I contemplated clicking “Move to Trash” several times as I typed this, but I think I’m okay with putting this out there. I read this article on what kids with divorced parents think earlier. It makes my stomach turn. It makes me a little sad. The boys and I have had endless conversations, usually on…