Fourteen years ago this week, my life was as hopeless as I ever thought it could be. I was wrong.
I’m feeling lower than low these days, and posting here is more of a chore than the fun I had intended it to be. I’m going to be taking a bit of a break, till I can get my gut around the changes in my life. Thanks for understanding.
UPDATE (of a sort): Seems Ol Peaches has convinced Lovely Daughter that she merely allows the ol man to sleep on her couch on weekends, that there’s nothing else going on. Idn’t that nice… I heard Ol Peaches Fifth Step – that ain’t how she works when she’s got a man within spittin’ distance. It would be completely out of character. Poor Daughter is so pissed at her father she can hardly stand it. Sad.