I am a 30-something year old married, working, mother of 2. My home is immaculate, my friends are witty and sophisticated. My children are gifted, my husband is rich. My car is fast and always filled with gas. My job is stimulating, and I am beautiful. And thin. My therapy is, of course, on-going.
Apparently some of you feel I am not telling the truth about myself, yes, you know who you are. For that reason, I now offer....My Alternate Reality.
I am a 30-something year old married, working, mother of 2. My trailer is a wreck, my friends are incarcerated and/or drunks. My children are brats, my husband is full of gas. My car is on blocks and smells like old cheese. I have been known to throw butter at small children. My job is minimum wage, and I am butt-ugly. And fat. Welfare won't pay for any more therapy.
