This is funny

My father is currently mad at me.

Why?

Because I spent all that time taking care of my MIL. And now that he needs assistance, I'm not taking care of him.

He's oblivious to the fact that I have a special needs child, that I am a single parent, that I don't have a great deal of bandwidth.

All that matters is that his needs aren't being met.

Lovely.

New apartment, new town

New attitude.

Hope all is well.

Hello Again Hello

So. How are you?

I don't remember, but this is where I'll start. Have I mentioned that Spunx is on the spectrum? Diagnosed with ASD?

Because he is.

It's become an odd and awkward blessing to the odd and awkward me.

H moved away and has become a deadbeat dad. Wish I could have said that I was surprised.

But. Back to me. And Spunx.

We're about to move (again) into a tiny little apartment that I can (barely) afford. And for the very first time, I will be on my own. Well, with Spunx. But you know what I mean.

I am excited. I am terrified. I am enough. Hopefully.

I still feel blessed. Goofy, odd little kid.