amidst heartache and wall building (to prevent further heartache), i finished page 33 last night.
real life dusty is on the verge of leaving me again. or not. he runs hot & cold. he has this need to rescue some fucking damsel in distress and leaves me twisting in the wind with four kids. kinda like a comic book plot i know of. i keep hoping for a happily ever after with my dusty. he sometimes feels the same way.
and then he runs off with another woman.
to add insult to injury, his latest charity case wears a hello kitty backpack. she’s not six though.
i’m proud of myself for not sinking into a pit of despair and of being able to pull it together enough to work on moses jones. my life is falling apart, but at least i have mojo.