Once I moved in with my mom, I did not have to dread going home anymore. I didn't have to fear making my mom upset and what she is going to so when she did. I didn't have to worry about my mother making snide little comments to me as I walked past her. I could have a messy room, I didn't have wash the dishes, I didn't have chores to do every day. I got to go back an be a kid. I felt sorry her own kids.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
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