Jan
Here we are in Jan. I haven’t written to you, but that doesn’t mean I don’t think of you. Everyday.
Some days are harder than others. I am trying really hard to get back to NJ. I need to be near family. I need more support than I have here.
The kids need more structure. Mike is still a dick and isn’t being such a great father (not that he ever was, as you know).
Ive met someone. We have been “talking” for a few months now. Well, since August. He is a sweetheart. You would love him.
The kids are doing alright. Trying to cope with what life throws at us.
I miss you terribly mom. I wish you were here. I love you.
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