I'm sure it's the tequila talking, but I know this shit comes from somewhere within...
...I can just only picture myself as this Trophy Wife. The one that is prized on a man's arm. The ideal mother and homemaker.
...all I've pictured...
...all I've imagined...
but I can't maintain anything.... I'm so far from being the Trophy Wife.
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