When FA left - that’s Fucking Asshole, our name for my ex-husband - I needed some comfort so I had my son cuddle up with me at night. Somehow or other, he just never went back to his own bed. Maybe it was wrong of me, but I had a chance to train
When FA left - that’s Fucking Asshole, our name for my ex-husband - I needed some comfort so I had my son cuddle up with me at night. Somehow or other, he just never went back to his own bed. Maybe it was wrong of me, but I had a chance to train