I know I’ve not written at my usual pace. It’s not that I don’t have posts swirling around in my head. There are far too many words to write.
I am working on the next post about Ian. It’s a doozy. But I needed to step away from that to just dump the other shit I’m dealing with out on a page.
First shit? Will, my ex-husband.
He wanted to move to the other side of the world again. Some of you may remember he moved away a year after he and I split up and was gone for ten months, leaving me as a single parent to an angry little boy. It was during that time I met Tony. Continue reading