Mourning Happier Times

Mourning Happier Times

I loved this apartment.  LOVED IT!  I take in the background.

That doorway table, for instance.  There are movies sitting there waiting to be returned.  J’s hat.  A lamp purchased at Ikea.  I still have the lamps, but have changed the shades since.  The coat rack on the wall.  All of my Japanese knick knacks on the second shelf of the table.  Our littlest dog Camilla.  The turquoise necklace my mother made for me.  The dog bed on the floor directly behind me.  The camera sitting on a coffee table we had sitting in the dining room (since we didn’t own a dining set at the time).

This was New Year’s Eve.  Getting ready to ring in 2008 in Long Beach.  We went to see Carlos Mencias perform his stand-up.  We ended up leaving early and just hanging out at home…toasting with some beer.  It was a good night.

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About smommy

I am a single mom, by choice. I decided to separate from my husband and an unhappy marriage over three years ago. My son was two at the time. I am pretty much raising my kid on my own with occasional support of my family when I need it. (I don't like to admit I need it, ever!) My soon to be ex-husband (STBX) is an alcoholic and after we separated and he moved back to San Francisco, he became a drug addict also. Life is a struggle, but a sweet one since I have this awesome boy and we love each other sooooo much! Now, if I could magically be divorced, that would be great...but alas, I cannot force him to sign the documents. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, but there are moments when it seems so far away and unreachable.
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