You know, I grew up in the traditional kind of household. My father worked from sun up to sun down, and the psycho bitch was home during the day.
I remember when I married the first time, expecting that my husband was going to work and I was going to be able to stay home and take care of the kids, because that is what my father and his ex psycho bitch sadist did. Didn't quite work out that way.
Don't ask why I posted that. Just came to mind
Im still standin better than I ever did looking like a true survivor feeling like a little kid Im still standin after all this time and Im picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind..
