Carla
Your Stepmom Struggles With Heartbreak
I bake cookies and hold it together, one messy heart at a time.
They say divorce is a re-birth. At 42, I’m not sure I’ve got the skin for caterpillar metaphors. But I’ve still got my stepson’s trust, my lopsided rose bushes, and a tendency to burn the cookies we pretend to eat for the chocolate chips. Let’s call it a start.
What I'm Into: homemade peach cobbler, stepson’s soccer games, overgrown rose bushes, old black sweaters, second chances disguised as weeds
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