This is what you should expect when nothing in your life is ever good enough. You should expect that your husband will eventually trade you in for something better. Truth be told, sometimes I’m surprised I hadn’t traded him in, as hard as I was scraping to reach the top. But, well, it’s harder to climb when you’re pregnant in heels.
And so, when I decided to take a short sabbatical with my sweet, beautiful, fated-for-a-Nobel-Peace-Prize daughter, Vivi, I figured I’d already fallen about as far as I could. Might as well fall all the way down to “my momma’s house,” as they would say in Peachtree, a town with too many mullets and too few chromosomes.
Had I known that we’d be Murphy, party of eight, I might have rethought my decision. But there are no people in the world to make you realize what a spoiled, selfish bitch you’ve become and put you right back in your place quite like sisters. All I can say is that for the state I was in, thank God I have two.
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