No more lyrics today... I have been weeping openly whenever there's a baby around. That is exactly what I want. No, not single parenthood -- the whole shootin' match: Wedding, honeymoon, husband, pregnancy, big belly clothes, baby... mine. In that order.
Some people think I have been making poor choices in my life. That angers me. My ex-husband who shall henceforth and forevermore remain nameless, changed to a monster only after we had been married for about a month. While there were warning signs ahead of time... they were nothing compared to what he turned into: a gun-toting, emotionally abusive psychopath.
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