Once upon a time, I was married to a very good man: he was a good provider; kind; loving; and loved children. He had, when we were married, two teenagers: one lived with a friend, the other lived with him. I was immediately a mother, and a step-mother at that. The ex was not kind, and quite frankly, a little of her rocker, and that is not my opinion, it is quite honestly the facts. She almost ripped her son's arm off one time by throwing her car in reverse while he was trying to calm her down (t…
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Posted on June 25, 2009 at 1:49pm — 1 Comment