Daddy Recovery

It was a simple question that burned a potential friendship. 

He had 15 kids, and somehow, I ended up being the one he hated. 

She was an adult as a child: deemed an old soul. Yet, somehow, as an elder, was treated like a giant baby with gray hair. 

For helping so many exes with their image, I sure struggle to self-brand. 

To born from a snake, does not mean you must carry their venom. 

How you let your friends criticize your kids... is a red flag. 

I did a lot... just to end up with more anxiety than sushi. 

If there was one thing my father loved to do.... it was frighten. 

She was a genuine friend.... but I was not the genuine me yet. 

Here I thought I was a people pleaser, but yet no one was pleased with me.