Mama is sorry that mama can't be mommy Lydia, but mama's trying her best. Mama is not mommy Lydia, and mama can't become mommy Lydia no matter how muc... mama tried. Mama promised you before that mama will take care of you as good as mama can, remember? Has mama ever broken a promise before?"I heard a sound coming from the master bedroom; I turned my head and saw my husband standing on the doorway looking at me. He shrugged and went back into the room, closing the door as he went.Men. Figured. It helps you to feelless alone. There is so much kindness out there.Since writing the first part of my story, things have moved on veryquickly, much faster than I had planned for.Thursday evening, 20th May, I ran the Mother-in-Law home. Whilst I wasout, my wife, who has become very suspicious of my breast development,searched my room and found a small amount of my hormones. As soon as Iwalked through the door she demanded an explanation. I had noalternative but to confess that I was using. She turned the last pages, on which firstly there was three pictures of her over the kitchen table they were now sat at, the first, taken from the side, was the man having her analy his mighty tool, stiff as a ramrod only half engaged, and she was screaming, mouth open in very real pain. The second from her head showing her face, mouth open and again screaming in abject pain. The third of her spit roast style, Ernest`s tool in her mouth though how he had taken it remains a mystery… perhaps a. Deciding that today was the day to face his unease, he paused by the skeleton of a human being.Looking it over, he said, “I’ve heard of anorexia, but this is a little ridiculous. You really need to start eating more.”He used his magic to move the jaw of the skeleton. In a high pitched voice, he sang, “I so pretty, so very very pretty.”“No you’re not,” he said in his regular voice.“Yes, I am. I have a very sexy rib cage,” he said in the high pitched voice. He used his magic to lift the right.