Me and the Hot Man were having a discussion about our daughters. And what kind of relationships they will have with the people they will marry one day. (Because yeah, that's what lame parents do. Sit around and discuss their children all day.) I said,"The most important factor will be our example. Our children can… Continue reading Who’s the BOSS? Well, its not me.
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I hate being married and having children.
When it's time to get ready to go out. Anywhere where looking nice is required. Dinner. Church. Mall. Movies. Book function.I don't know about you, but I used to like getting dressed up to go somewhere nice. It took time, thought, planning and some angst, but it was fun. For example, a very long time… Continue reading I hate being married and having children.
I’m not Samoan. I’m just a snitch with a Blood-Lust.
I should have called this policeman's number instead.I dialed the emergency number the other night. For the first time in my life ever. I felt very bad. Like I was a big fat tattle-tale. A snitch of the worst kind.I had to hide in a dark corner to do it. I was calling… Continue reading I’m not Samoan. I’m just a snitch with a Blood-Lust.
He Doesn’t Love Me!
He doesn't love me! This is what my mind, heart and soul were screaming when me and the Hot Man moved into our first apartment. Because he didn't lock all the doors, check all the windows and turn on the outside light. No. Instead he just got into bed and went to sleep. What the… Continue reading He Doesn’t Love Me!
Lani Wendt Young 