I Don’t Have a Mom

But I wish I did

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When I was first married I went to the grocery store. I was in the infancy of being a newlywed. I know that sounds redundant. But it reiterates I was a babe in the woods, a deer in the headlights. I couldn’t wait to do seriously married things, like make a delicious dinner.

I stood in the grocery store baffled by the meat choices before me.