It was a good day. Interrupted by their great-great aunt and uncle stopping into see them and to buy a painting (which they overpaid me for, those sweet people). We had a good talk, and I was grateful for my first hug in a long time, several actually. Hugging Anita felt like someone cared and I know she does. She told me how strong I am, how she approved of what I am doing, all things considered, how she knew that I was a survivor and was doing a good job with my kids. She told me that she would try to visit one more time before we leave here. I was glad to see her and her husband, who are doubly related to my kids (that's snowlake for you, everyone is inter-related, thank goodness no one there shares my blood haha).
Also, for a mini-celebration, I took the kids to walmart, where we bought Jax his birthday present, a leapfrog toy (yes, I am very into the educational toys) and some bubbles, as well as a cheap movie (Daddy Day Camp) to watch together. We had McDonald's for dinner because it was available and pretty cheap, as well as the fact we never eat fastfood. As an extra special treat, we all got milkshakes! It was nice to see the kids think of it as an extraspecial treat. I was glad to give them that much.
In other news, I have been sorting through everything, emptying drawers of clothing that I won't be taking, my bookshelf of all my books, save a few that I could not bare to part with, nicknacks that I have, some that my ex bought me, things that I no longer have need for, nor want either, considering the falsehood in which they were given. I am glad to know that I have about 1/8th of the money saved up that I need, much thanks to selling what I have been able to as well as have been given some help from other sources. The angels in my life that know I need my second chance, to build my own life, without any man to help. I am grateful to them. Anyways, my room seems like a bomb went off and I seriously cannot wait to get all of this sold and widdle down my belongings to just a few. I have a few boxes packed that I need to send to my mothers, which will cost a heavy fee, but such is life. I am also worried about Chias's vet bills, considering not only has my ex not bought any of the dogfood that he promised he would, but he seems not to really care about the fact that I am now burdened with providing him his shots and a new home for him, at least temporarily. I found the letter he wrote me the day we broke up and exchanged each of our own.
Farty would be much better off with your hugs then mine for awhile, as long as you live in Vancouver he is yours. I will buy his food and come by to walk him as much as I can, babysitting would be as often as I can. I will help as much as I can... because that's who I am, I do give a shit...Ever word written there is a lie other than the fact that my-Chia is better off with me, because I would never just allow him to be so forgotten. And after yesterday, I am certain I don't want my ex to see him anymore, for the pure fact that it causes my boy such grief when he leaves. As well as my kids, it seems as though he lied throughout the majority of our relationship and well... why would should I be shocked that he would lie after...
It doesn't matter though, because I do get my Farty, my Frankinstein, my boy. I am glad for that, because he will be with me up until my enlistment and he will have a friend in Misha, my mother's dog, as well as plenty of room to run and be free. I am grateful for that. Only a year and then he and my babies will be back in my arms, and I will never let them forget how much they mean to me.
I should go, because the kids seem to want to play some more, although their eyes are red and they are tired. In a little while they will be in bed and I will finish sorting my things out.
Love Leah...
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