I don't want to be the person digging my own grave.
I'm not very good at being a wife because I break all the rules.
My mother is a realist, and she's had biological and adoptive children, and she said it's no different: No matter what, they're putting a stranger into your arms. You don't know them yet.
I have bad feet and I have weak ankles.
I'm terrible with patience.
I've created a chaotic life, and then I get on edge because of it.