My Mother, My Friend.
Nov 8 · 4 min read

My mom was a single mom from the time I was 6 months old. Her husband came back from serving in the Army overseas and would not work again. He was not hurt, he was lazy. He felt my mother needed to take care of him and me. She knew better and got a divorce. We soon moved into her parents house. Growing up with my Grandma and Grandpa I was well loved and looked after. My mom, my great granny,my grandparents and I under one roof. I thought life was…


