She was love, she was attitude, she was strength wrapped in beauty. She was the type of woman who struck fear into the hearts of weak men. She was the type of woman that only a strong man could adore. - r.h. sin
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There is no perfect, ideal, and cohesive road for motherhood, only the twist and turns of the “figure it out yourself” sort... Was I ever a fully-fledged person before I had my children? Why yes, of course I was… I had a life and it was a great one –...