I am a decent woman. A pretty good wife -- with a great therapist, otherwise I would’ve screwed this one up way too many times. A mother – I think this one I do best except between the hours of 6:15 and 7:30pm and certain whole days at a time. A daughter – I was a pretty terrible daughter growing up. I’m starting to get the hang of it now that I’m a parent. A good sister. And lastly a friend. To some, the best and to others, impossibly guarded.
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