I was a typical wild child as a teenager. It was the early 80s. I partied. I drank. I used drugs. I slept around.
I REALLY slept around. And I got knocked up.
Being a teen mom slowed things down. I spent 18 years being a good girl. And my son grew up with such a soft spot
for young single moms that he decided to marry one. I thought I’d be done with child care and ready to focus more on
myself, but instead I was a grandmother in my mid-30s and having to lend a helping hand.
That’s not a complaint. Just a fact. I loved it! But it didn’t leave much time for dating. I had relationships.
Some of them were very nice. But nothing got too serious. And it definitely never got too wild.
I spent a lot of time doing yoga. I also did some cardio, but avoided running since it is uncomfortable when you’re
as busty as I am. I got really into the internet. And porn. And sex toys. And masturbation. In my 40s I felt like