Growing up was rough. Most of the responsibility of taking care of my ever-growing family was put on me. I was in over my head -- Joyce would not leave my side; Carl had eye problems; Betsy lost a leg. Finally, I was like, 'I cannot raise any more stuffed animals. I have no time to myself. It is my body. It is my choice.' Eventually, they all left home to join the Salvation Army.
Growing up was rough. Most of the responsibility of taking care of my ever-growing family was put on me. I was in over my head -- Joyce would not leave my side; Carl had eye problems; Betsy lost a leg. Finally, I was like, 'I cannot raise any more stuffed animals. I have no time to myself. It is my body. It is my choice.' Eventually, they all left home to join the Salvation Army.