Call me weak, call me sensitive, call me whatever-you-want. Because I’m all of it. And because, sometimes a passage just break my heart, like the one below:
He knew nothing about leaving your kids home alone or with a teenage sitter while you went out to work 8 hours in your feet in a pair of heels that rubbed, serving drinks to assholes who thought they were buying the right to paw with every round. He knew nothing about leaving your sleeping children while you went to meet at man who would pay you for your company because your daughter needed shoes. He knew nothing about sending your kids to bed on half-empty stomachs, trying to fill them with water, adding a drop of whisky to make them sleep- because if you let them eat, there’d be nothing for breakfast…….
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