Motherhood.
Writing.
Work.
Spouse.
People.
Idiots.
Sometimes, I feel like throwing in the blardy effing towel, tell every single idiot in this world to blardy eff off, pack up and leave.
And then I just plod on. Suffering. Stressing. Wishing I’m dead.
SIGH.
I am now the sole breadwinner of the family. (Who says breadwinner anymore? ) oh heck, whatever it is, I [...]




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