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Gaston.
When you first left, I wrote you a letter. An angry letter, a letter with all the reasons why I was mad at you. How I hated that you moved away without hesitation. How I was furious that you never kept in contact with me. How I was so heartbroken that my boyfriend and my…
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Babies and book.
Writing when you have two children is like driving with every type of storm coming your way. You need to turn the wipers on, then off, then on again. You need to turn your headlights on, then the high beams, then close them all. You need to focus on the road, all while watching out…
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Take your time, mama.
She steps out of the shower and looks at herself in the mirror.Standing there, she begins to cry.Hidden behind the baby bump, the stretch marks and the short hair – she could no longer recognize herself. Who is this woman?So bland and meek?What happened to me? She thought. Stressed. Tired. Lost. Empty. Stripped from all…