I've never felt so at home in the world as I did last weekend, when I shrugged off the urge to loofah, and asked people to help me raise $5000.
I need to raise $5000 for a legal retainer to go into court next week to get an emergency order to keep my ex from sending my son away.
Luca was informed that “this is a new world order” not up for negotiation, and a refusal to comply means he needs “help.”
I couldn't bear the stark reality that I was essentially killing Franny's cat because I couldn't afford to keep her alive.
I will not fully exhale until I have the signed stip in my hand, but things are looking up. Franny will be starting her first-choice, all-girls school in the fall.
I've spent the last two weeks since I fell for my ex's latest stunt deconstructing his hat tricks. And I think I've figured out his techniques.
My life is way too off the grid for me to be courted by real-life Desperate Housewives.