This Mother's Day, Just Brunch Me in the F**king Face
Fortunately, I am a mom and today is my day. The stretch marks, vaginal trauma, lost the sense of
personal identity, and the other 364 days a year are all for you and our sweet, sweet children. But
today is all mine. #Soworthit #Blessed
Podcast host at nursingandcursing.com
Dear Husband,
Welp! Here we are again on Mother's Day!
No, my love. Thank you. You made me a mom in the first place. If it weren't for you, where would I
be? Worryingly thin and stranded all alone on a desert barstool with no one to talk to but other
adults. I could cry just thinking about it.
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