So here's a pic from Brody's birthday back in May. Good times. And then we fought for a month. Typical 16 year old girl- text bitch fight. Perfect, huh? You would think we would have avoided that- being grown up and all. But no.
And then the summer was swallowed up by work and my frustration with him and a terrible ulcer. So I went off to Italy, took the cure in Capri and Positano and lit a candle in a church in Rome. And now, I'm back.
Finally feel like myself again.
