When I was 33 I lived in a small rural mining town with my husband, worked full time and had two small children, and a baby on the way.
I was a worker. I was a wife. I was a mum.
I had absolutely nothing to talk about except those three things.
by Tiare Snow – Author. Human. Realist
When I was 33 I lived in a small rural mining town with my husband, worked full time and had two small children, and a baby on the way.
I was a worker. I was a wife. I was a mum.
I had absolutely nothing to talk about except those three things.
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