Recently my boys and I spent a Sunday afternoon at my parents house. We used to do this on many a Sunday before their dad moved out. To give him alone time, so he could watch football in peace. Now, I prefer to hang out at home. I've become quite anti social, and withdrawn. But, I missed my parents, and decided to just stop over on this particular Sunday. We then got invited for dinner, which is a huge bonus since I am still getting used to this whole cooking every night thing. And my mom is a really good cook. While eating dinner the topic of all of the addicts, and not so sane people on both sides of my family came up. And particularly the topic of my mother's twin brother, who died when I was only five, was being discussed. My mom was very protective of her brother. Although they were the same age, she was more like the big sister than twin sister to my Uncle. He was an alcoholic. And at one point spent some ti...
My journey, trying to be an Ironman, while dealing with anxiety, depression, body dysmorphia, self doubt, and life as a single mom with two grown sons, a crazy ass dog, and a handful of cats.