I recently had a conversation with the he-ex's youngest sister. I've known her for twenty years but haven't had any contact with her in the last few. She filled me in on some of the drama that goes along with having the same last name as my children do. "Everybody's got a story" she kept on saying. True. So very true.
Sometimes the most flawed people are also the most beautiful.
Sometimes.
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