Disclaimer

A nonfiction fic of one woman's struggle to navigate gas station shifts, purple hair dye, single motherhood and divorce.
This book contains dry, dark humor and a raw inside of Sadie's heart as she gives life to Natalie.

**I'm including tags and this brief note that this is a book of triggers for anyone who had a shitty childhood/religious trauma. Oddly enough I entered this in a contest as humor- only because I found at least one tiny line of humor in each chapter- until I couldn't find humor anymore. Reader, I sit in hell, but I search for one small line of laughter. I would apologize for being so raw and telling- but I can't. This needed to be written. I don't know how else to heal.