It’s been 18 years…

On this day, 18 years ago, I got married to my now ex-husband.

We were just two young kids who had no business getting married, but we were dumb and in love. So we made it work for a while.

We’ve been divorced for 10 years now. It’s weird how no matter how much time has passed, this date will always be special to me.

I’ll never regret the time we spent together. Especially because it gave me my son.

Through the years…

This is me and my sis, on this day, in 2018. We were at my husband’s last show with his band. I fucking love this pic and need to get it framed.
Post-chemo hair growth. And my sweet little bb.
My last Thanksgiving with my ex and his family. They don’t do traditional Thanksgiving foods so we ordered from a local Italian restaurant. It was delicious. This was about one month before I met D.