I'm trying to figure out how I got sandwiched.
I am an only child. I am blessed with two wonderful step-children. They have wonderful mothers. To J & T, I am an afterthought, at best. My parents are semi-healthy and independent for now. Yet, every day I deal with some issue with the oldies. Does that make me kind and wonderful or does it make me a doormat?
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You are just a sandwich.
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