I struggled into the office with last night’s mascara clinging to my eyelashes and a stomach heavy with nausea and hungover shame.
They saved my life that night. I know that phrase is thrown around, but I mean it. I was in such despair that I don't know what I would have done. That thought terrifies me to this day.
Hi, mom! I swear I won't trash my stepbrother in this article. That promise actually may not hold up, since his Facebook is PURE GOLD.