I am a neat freak. I worry, in excess. I want love, too much. I accept less than I deserve. I draw too many conclusions. I hide behind a smile. I’m angry because I have Rheumatoid Arthritis. I’m always late. I curse like a sailor. I’m afraid at night, so I don’t sleep. I try too hard to prove myself. I blame my mother. I’m ashamed of my stomach, due to three cesarean sections, yet I am proud of my children beyond words. I’m patient and impatient at the same time. I confuse myself. I love too hard. I cry too much. I have trouble accepting what is and letting go of what was. But please,

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