His eyes grew wide in shock at my language. I had never done more than rhyme curse words when I was this age. Calling someone an A-hole was the height of cussing. Actual cursing had never occurred until after my children's father cheated on me—the first time.

"Kenya," he sputtered.

"You're a god-damned thief!" I shouted.

"I-I didn't-"

"Liar!" I shouted.

"Be quiet," he said while looking around nervously. "You're going to bring Mama out ...