The Codependent, The narcissist, and The Egg

I was pregnant with another little girl. I was glowing with expectation because I already knew the joy of having a daughter. Boys are special, but little girls are filled with secrets and such wonders that I could hardly contain my excitement at learning this child’s heart. I had a beehive of children buzzing about the house, swarming at my feet and to add one…

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Faces in a Patch Work Quilt

    I never expected you to be one more person I had to survive. Why do people hurt so bad? I should not be comparing everyone to junk food, but I am. I should not want to detox from people as if I had just binged on Toll House cookies; but I am. There are people out there that are healthy, right? There has…

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