My husband...not ex...is in surgery this a.m. since 5:45. He has to get his Jaw wired. Some sutpid fools walked past him and knocked him with a square punch to the ground and continued to kick and hurt him intentionally. Thankfully he is trained in self defence and knows how to fight. He hardly had a chance though he was caught so off guard.
I drove to Sacramento Sunday which was supposed to be the day that we met half way to take lil' man to the pumkin patch, and instead saw Brandon with a solid lump face and he could barely talk or eat. He's on a liquid diet. I brought Hayden back with me Monday and we wish him the best with hopes, prayers and a fast healing process.
Im not sure if it's fate, love or family or all three that brought us to feelings from the past, suture and present. BUT we just might work things out. We'll see...
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