It's Thanksgiving. A day to reflect on all the good things in our lives. Lately I've been too busy focusing on the shit, so I guess today came just in time. I live in a country where I am free to wear whatever kind of clothes I want. Where my daughter can grow up and be whatever she wants to be. I live in a home where I feel safe sleeping every night. I have a family that accepts me for my quirks and loves me despite my bad choices. I can have fish in my bedroom. I can sit in the backyard and enjoy the night sky. I can go for a drive and see what the desert has to over. Hell, I'm allowed to drive! Yes, I have a lot of reasons to be thankful.
Today started out as any other day except the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade was on. It was the first day in years that I actually got to watch the whole thing. I ate breakfast with G. That's where my day started to get interesting. My mom handed my a couple of letters that came in the mail the day before. The first letter I couldn't tell you what it was, I don't remember it, but the second letter that's the important one. It was a letter from DES, Department of Economic Security, the child support enforcement division. I opened it thinking it would be same old story, here's another letter telling you that we are trying to get Douche-bag to pay you money, BUT he still doesn't have a job so blah blah blah! But it wasn't! It was a freaking check!!! I just kind of sat there in shock, wondering if it was a real check,what's the catch, am I dreaming? It is real! I, after almost 4 and a half years, have finally received something from that dead beat, loser, Douche-bag, besides a cheap ass toy that he slipped on my front doorstep while everyone was asleep.
Oh and then I had some turkey!
Next time: It's beginning to look a lot like . . . I'm gonna be spending a shitload on Christmas this year!
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