But God Help Me, I Love Him

To the world, my life is perfect.

I live in a perfect little world of perfect identical houses with perfectly manicured lawns. Expensive cars parked in the driveways, inside everything is in its place

And in each of these perfectly perfect houses lives a perfectly perfect family:
Perfect husband, perfect wife, the two point five kids and a dog.

The suburban dream.

To be honest, it's all a crock of shit.

Peel back the surface and all the bullshit will spill out like a flood.

Perfect husband with his endless secretaries and late hours at work.
Perfect wife with her drinking problem.
Perfect eldest son with his anger issues.
We don't mention our half-brother.

And then me: suburban princess with more issues then Time magazine who just screwed no-good delinquent Jimmy Keane, in the backseat of his piece of shit Camaro and enjoyed every fucking moment of it.

Fuck my life.