After 10 years of marriage and one dead grandfather-in-law, I finally convinced my husband to knock me up. 10 or so months later, we had a little bag of dividing cells that would one day become my daughter. 1 year after she was born our marriage fell apart and we raise her in two houses instead of one.
I’m a realist, I don’t like bullshit, I have a family full of the criminally insane, I have no filter, and I’m in therapy. How can this NOT be entertaining?