a good day with bad memories
Leave it to my ex to leave his marriage and abandon his kids on a holiday. A holiday that happens on a certain day of the week, not a date on the calendar. So I get to “commemorate” that shitty day on both Labor Day AND September 7th each year.
Boo.
I had a really good day for the most part. There was a sense of heaviness at times (I’ll write about that on Friday), but each Labor Day is better than the last.
A dear friend texted me to tell me she’s “stoked that hot mess is in your rear view mirror.”
You and me both, sister. Especially when she told me something she saw on Facebook today omg.