October 8, 2004 | At least he pays child support

True to his word, my ex delivered the goods this evening. We were all quite amused; and for a moment–as the kids and I giggled and flipped through the dozen or so poses he’d put the puppy through on the copier–I had a sudden glimpse of the man he used to be, and the family we once were.

Then I realized my wistful moment was a byproduct of stuffed animal porn. That helped to put the nostalgia in perspective.

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