The problem isn’t getting married, it’s staying married. My dad worked, mom stayed home and took care of us, baked cakes & cookies, had Tupperware parties, went to church on Sundays, bought stuff form the Avon lady. Both parents read us books or told us stories & tucked us in every night. We weren’t especially well off financially, but we had everything we needed, always got the things we really really wanted for Christmas, birthdays, etc.

Then one day it all fell apart. It was nightmarish, unexpectedly having your whole world pulled right out from under you like that. I don’t want to think about it…that child is still inside and she hasn’t forgotten how it felt. *sigh*