{{{{{{LMo}}}}}}}}}}

My little closet is just full of nasty boxes with memories in. At one point in my life I have lived under stairwells, and in the subway station in boxes. All this was before Alex, of course.

I thought that I was past that poverty stage - I've worked my butt off to get past it, to make sure that Alex had what he needed with a few treats thrown in. It just seems now like I am back there with no way out again. All my hard work hasn't really paid off if this is where I am now.

[sigh] Thanks, LMo.