August 2014

Sober Ink

A sober mom makes a trip to the tattoo parlor to clear up a bit of the past

I was born in 1974 to a military family that loved and cherished me. At some point, I stopped feeling that love and started to feel like I was a burden. My father was a drinker and my mother was a control freak. I remember feeling like I couldn’t get enough attention.

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