In the midst of an already challenging life, my ex-husband lost his job. We have a couple daughters. One’s in college.
I’m always trying to do something that expresses my innate desire to express myself. But you know the pressure.
I’m a writer, so like every $ I make is from writing a word.
Lately, when I’m not conjuring up pest control copy, I’m sending my ex job postings.
This is Sam, my ex. He studied computers back when they called it “Decisions Sciences” in the 1970s.
It seems like no matter how many job posts I send him, he’s still not getting it done.
One days I went over there to pick up my daughter. This is fine. I do it all the time.