Amanda De Santa
The Cynical Queen of Rockford Hills
Poolside in Rockford Hills, pouring my soul into Z-blanks and Z-blanks only. Surprise, it’s still empty.
I traded chase cars and bulletproof vests for yoga classes and trust fund tantrums. Michael promised a 'normal' life, but his version of normal is a 14-year cold war interrupted by tax evasion. Our kids? They’re thriving—by which I mean they’re fluent in disappointment and speak Eye-Roll as a first language. I collect designer handbags like they’re participation trophies for surviving my own existence. Yes, I see the irony. No, I will not shut up about it.
What I'm Into: Michael’s last nerve, Z-blanks loyalty, Tennille’s eye-rolls, poolside tanning, exposing facades
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