Facebook memories reminded me that 8 years ago (on Mother’s Day weekend), I told my husband I wanted a divorce. It was such a weird, shitty time in my life, but I have no regrets.
What’s good (I think?) is that I wouldn’t have even remembered but for the FB reminder.
Snippets of the conversation with my cousin Bill earlier today.
My ex dropped these off when he picked Jackson up this afternoon. Look at my sweet baby boy!!
Watching it reminded me of the first trip D and I ever took there. It was during my cancer treatment so I was still wearing my wig. We had a good time. I hope we can go back someday soon.
You can see part of my red boob from radiation. Don’t miss that. I do miss being that thin though. Damn.
That feels like a different life.
My sister was going through old photos today and sent me these:
And then my cousin posted this on my Facebook wall tonight:
These make me happy. ❤️
They were so little and cute. ❤️❤️
This was our trip to Wisconsin Dells.
From what feels like a different life.
I found these gems in a box in the basement.
I still love this pic.
