Sometimes friends can see what you can't, even if you wish they'd keep it to themselves.
Oh, how hard it is to be true to oneself, Annette. You wrote this so well, I could feel the pain and the weight of societal and mom expectations to “do the normal thing” rather than what your heart wanted.
I seem to remember turkey basters being an option - if one could find a friendly donor.
Well, there's a twist I didn't see coming!
Oh, how hard it is to be true to oneself, Annette. You wrote this so well, I could feel the pain and the weight of societal and mom expectations to “do the normal thing” rather than what your heart wanted.
I seem to remember turkey basters being an option - if one could find a friendly donor.
Well, there's a twist I didn't see coming!