Driving Mrs. Mary or Why I sucked caring for my MIL

FUCK! It was the first time I had ever heard my father utter those words and really? hey he worked in a factory.  It took a special man to never ever say bad language around his children that was bantered about like skittles during the day - but it was that sole word that stopped me dead in my tracks and to this day I really am glad I can still have sex.  I saw what he saw.  It was the girl parts of a Jesus only knows how old woman exposed to the world.  My world - his world.  It was not pretty and only one word summed it up.  Fuck.  THAT is why I am where I am.  Read on.  It gets better.