Well, THAT isn't happening. Maybe Monday...

I wish I could see the look on your face when you hear I passed my drug test. I wonder if you'll feel bad or guilty at all. Or if you'll still find a way to justify doing the lowest possible thing you could have ever done to me, to my family. I'll never forgive you for this. Even after everything we've been through I never hated you, but I fucking H A T E you now. I honestly wish you'd just fucking drop dead.

Zax is constantly comparing me to Gina from Brooklyn Nine-Nine and idk if it's a compliment or not but I'm diggin it

Zax texted me on his way home and asked what kind of tacos I wanted cause I’ve been dying for some food stand tacos and when he got home he had a bottle of Bacardi and some pink lemonade cause he knows I like lemonade drinks. But I felt like poo and couldn’t even eat the tacos. So he sent me to bed and took care of the kids. Then when I felt better we had some bomb sex. I love the little things he does for me, he’s the best

I’m never active on here when I’m happy and I want to change that. My life is fucking amazing right now. Zax and I are doing phenomenal, my children are beautiful and growing every day, I’m beautiful and growing every day. I started college classes this week. I’m just happy, man

My perfect family

On a brighter note, things have been pretty fucking great recently (besides my usual mental gymnastics tricking me into believing they aren’t). Zax and I are back together, we have our family back and our own place with the kiddos. We’re both actively trying to be who the other one needs and things have been pretty smooth so far. Our sex life is great (when has it not been LOL), our home life is great. My medication is keeping me pretty well balanced, my mania is under control. Things are good, man. I’m happy. My blog could use some happiness so here ya go