Authored by Rickey Combs
I am a perpetual worrier. This is one of my worst traits. I worry about everything—sadly, this is not an exaggeration. My husband jokes that if I don’t have anything in my life at the present
moment to worry about, I will worry about inventing something to worry about. It is kind of a problem, is my point. I worry about my home being broken into, or about my home catching on fire and all
of my irreplaceable heirlooms and photos being destroyed, or about a pipe bursting and flooding my house while ...
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