Ridiculous. Stuck again for same reason and 2 new ones. I have a mild case of Shingles and I looked through boxes of photos thrown together of my life, kids, etc.
The boxed were the worst. I know what I've never organized them, or looking at them lovingly. The boxes show a family that I choose to walk away from. My kids went from living with mommy and daddy to living some of the time with me and Ben and some of the time with their dad. I've talked with my kids now that they are adults and am hearing how sad it was for them. They love Ben. They love growing up with Ben. But they will forever wish that mom and dad raised them together. (instead of 2 blocks apart)
I can't write anymore.
I just can't.
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