My Single Mom Life

My back has been flaring up for a good majority of the day, with general stiffness. Sebastian and I went for a walk to Publix to grab some dinner because I just don't feel like exerting myself to make dinner, and now that we are back home, my back is twitching like a dying animal.
It's quite painful I tell ya.
We picked up some fried chicken and some Hawaiian rolls. Love those. So sweet and squishy little balls of bready goodness.

Other than that, things are going pretty good today. I have a bunch of emails to answer, please don't think I'm not responding, I will. It is just taking a bit of time to get back to all of you who read the private entries and offered support.
I truly appreciate all the kind words.
I know I turned really nasty on that last one but it was called for in my opinion.
It still angers me so much that because I am not blood with my sister, that I am looked at as not being her sister.
We grew up together. She was adopted at 3 years of age, and I was adopted at like 6 months or something.
We shared bedrooms and toys, went to the same schools and churches, same summer camps, we had the same last name.
We have been there for each other whenever we have needed one another, and help with taking care of each others kids.
Blood doesn't really mean anything to me because my family who took us in, wanted us, loved us and cared for us.
Family is what you make and love, not always what you were born into.
Our parents loved us and raised us well. We may not have always had the best of everything, but we had what we needed and that is far more important than "stuff."
No one criticizes my parents and family, no one.

I really may not have much in this world, no huge material possessions, no mass amount of money in the bank, but I have more than that. I have a great family that loves me, and I raise my kids to be respectful and honest.
If I had a ton of money, I would share it with my family who has always given to people in need even when they didn't have much themselves.
Money doesn't make you a good person, having stuff doesn't make you a good person. Being decent, loving and compassionate, kind and generous, makes you a good person.
I am happy with who I am and have no regrets about my life at all. I am not ashamed of anything I have ever done in my life.
I can hold my head high and sleep at night knowing I didn't purposely set out to hurt the very people I claim to love.

Ooops, I didn't mean to go on like that, it just came out.
Later days.