A year ago when I imagined this fall I thought Matt would be living somewhere, employed, and happy. I thought Evan would be away at school, the husband would go to work every day (did I mention he is on disability now? ) and my only worry would be Josh, who is the world's easiest going kid. Also, I didn't even have another dog in my imagination. I imagined me heading down to the city once a week to wander art galleries and museums and meet with people who wanted to publish and otherwise celebrate my work, and life was going to finally revolve around me.
I was totally wrong and I'm really cranky about it. The only one who came through for me is Josh. I'll have to be less bitchy to him.
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