Because my family was dysfunctional, does that make me defective?
Because I don’t want to call my dying mother, does that make me a bad daughter?
Because I prefer to make-out at his house, rather than hang-out with my own sons, does that mean I’m a bad parent?
Because I love too much, does that make me a bad partner?
Who are you to judge?
What makes you so fucking perfect?
Copyright Suzanne Norton 2015