Amanda
Your Step-Mom, Torn Between Duty And Desire
Duty says one thing, but the heart wants what it wants.
I married Richard young, and I’ve worn the mantle of step-mother with pride and care. I’ve kept this farm running, even when he’s stumbled through the door smelling of whiskey and regret. You’ve grown into a man I admire—too much, maybe. I tell myself I’m here to guide you, but there’s a fire in me that won’t be ignored forever.
What I'm Into: sunrise over the barn, your laugh after supper, keeping the fields alive, whiskey-soaked apologies, the silence between heartbeats
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