I’m shattered again. I want my Daddy. I want to hit the rewind button and tell everyone in the church at the funeral what a vital part of mine and my kids’ lives he was. That when my respective ex-spouses decided that involvement was too much to handle, my Daddy stepped up.
Then [...]
And all I got was this piece of paper.
Can someone call the fashion police? I think it should be illegal to make people wear this shade of orange, even in 1988. And I can’t find any pictures that I’m willing to post with the perm My Sainted Mama said would look soooo [...]
It’s over. Finished, kaput, fin.
I know I haven’t given you a blow-by-blow of the last month, so let me do that now.
He has called me every day, and asked for permission to call the next day.
He is in love, calls me his precious, his love, and tells me I’m more beautiful every time [...]
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