i have moments that i can't shake the feeling that i'm really not supposed to be here. i mean, how in the fuck did i end up someone's wife, someone's mother...in a suburban mcmansion? in these moments, i think about packing just what will fit in my car and running as far and as fast as i can.
i. seriously. think. about. fleeing. a. family. i. created.
what kind of horrible person am i?
~k
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