This is a story about an intelligent, funny (in my own mind), snarky, Evil Step Mommy. My husband and I are having troubles makin’ our own baby bundle, so the snarky persnickity crap helps. At least, I like to pretend it does.
I became an Evil Step Mommy full-time after my daughters biological mom died in her sleep one night.
I need an uncensored space to say the word “shit”, “hell” and talk about poop, potty accidents and pretty much random crap. I figured this place wouldn’t be too bad to vent and be dramatic.
If you know me in real life you might not want to be here. If you don’t know me in real life, you should probably not be here anyway. Don’t say you weren’t warned.