Mr. Buttons

I have a 9-year-old son who answers to the name Mr. Buttons.  I have a quietly angry husband I’m scared to talk to.  I don’t know what it means to be a woman, a wife, a mother, or even alive.

I am a mysterious appendage categorized and explained nowhere. But I just know I have a purpose!

 

So, welcome to my chronicles.

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