It’s My Birthday, and I’ll Blog if I Fucking Want To

Insecurity, failed attempts at managing anger and omissions versus a genuine love and compassion for one another, just trying to find the right balance and emotional stability while caring for three littles and a teenager. We’ve been dating a total of six years this coming August. Although we had our daughter together four years ago,Continue reading “It’s My Birthday, and I’ll Blog if I Fucking Want To”

Shot dead

The hurricane in the Gulf. My Dad is calling me, telling me to prepare. I don’t want to Dad! All that I want to do is watch Southern Charm. I hate how impatient I’ve been lately with the kids because of all this emotional bullshit and, so tonight I let them help make the messiestContinue reading “Shot dead”