This Isn't The Life I’d Imagined, Thank Goodness
I sure didn't see this coming...but if I'd gotten what I'd expected, I'd have shortchanged myself
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I have no idea who I am. This is not the life I’d imagined. For one, I’m way too aware of shit cycles that involve asses other than my own.
7:30 am—Mom sits on the commode for the third time this morning. When did I become okay being the overweight 68-year-old woman dancing for the delight of a…
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