My day starts off, cookin’ breakfast for the ungrateful lil’ shits. Now that wouldn’t be too bad. No, no, no. If that was it, that would be fuckin’ fine. If only that was it, but no! They seem to want to test my patience at every single fuckin’ turn!

“Markus! What are you doing standin’ around! You have a part-time at the dealership, beat it!”

“Junia! What are you, a gutter whore!? Change those clothes this instant! You’re a fuckin’ disgrace!”

“Hannah! If you don’t get off that phone and get ready for school I’ll take it and bury it in a hole so deep and so cold, that archaeologists’ll be havin’ a hard time diggin’ it up!”

I hear footsteps down the stairs and roll my eyes, bracin’ myself. And here he comes, my “husband”, a disgustingly arrogant man. A fuckin’ sleaze. I growl as he puts his disgustin’ arms around me.

“Get your fuckin’ mitts off’a me or I’ll gouge out your fuckin’ eyes, Vince.”

Good, he’s leavin’. Good. The piece’a garbage. I flip some more bacon and drain them on paper towels, settin’ ’em into the lunch boxes. Mutterin’ to myself.

“Ungrateful brats and bastards every last one’a you-“

But then… the sun rose on a new day, as you walked into the kitchen. My baby. My precious little munchkin. I can’t wipe the smile that grows on my face off. I dash towards you, almost trippin’ on my own two feet! Engulfin’ you in the biggest hug a cowgirl can give!

“There you are! How’s your day, sugar?”