Just another day in my life…
Originally posted 2014-03-30 13:02:40. My biological father and my mother divorced when I was two years old. My father’s side of the family led what seemed to be a privileged life, as least more than the average family. They had those social-lite parties. My grandmother was a RN and my grandfather retired from the Army to work for Goodyear. I of course wasn’t apart of that lifestyle. My bio’s mother insisted no “cheap store type…