Up, down, or sideways
November 26th, 2005 at 7:01pm |
Why is it that I feel so badly every time my son leaves my house? I mean, I always have a good time with him. He’s a happy child and he loves to play and laugh. Maybe I still have a lot to deal with about the situation and my feelings for my ex.
Some days are better than others; I simply don’t really know what kind of day it’ll be. Man, I wish my buddy Ron was around, he always has a good word for me (or a bad word for my antagonists).
Speaking of, please keep him in your thoughts and prayers, if you would. He left in October for a twelve month trip to Iraq. Good luck and Godspeed, Ron, I miss you.
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