It’s not even been two years since my marital status changed to widow. I would describe the beginning as my son and I being forgot about. As we stare down the eviction barrel, I’d call it actively avoided. I just assumed had unrealistic expectations of what support was. It’s my age group. It’s sad.

Take these. Incase a sidewalk calls to your back again. A slug; because they’re cool. My ginger gal who’s old and full of cancer, a curly tailed cow cat weirdo and our giant ass gray dog size cat.