This is me, warts and all. Former asshole, turned doormat, becoming a queen in my own right.
I was a good wife. I took care of the house and home. I ran a tight ship. I was raising young men, and I took this job very seriously. I managed the finances, the menu and groceries, and made sure the house was kept up. I pursued a higher level of education and had pretty good grades, all things considered. This is not a love story.
This doesn’t have a happy ending. Not really. It doesn’t really have a happy beginning either. This is my story nonetheless, warts and all.
We use cookies to analyze website traffic and optimize your website experience. By accepting our use of cookies, your data will be aggregated with all other user data.