Be Still My Heart...

I'm sad. My husband, #1 in my 5 man arsenal, Marshall Mathers, is in rehab. For sleeping pills. I was hearing the news on the radio and was blocking it out before I came across this. I know he's rapped about drugs and all that, but him actually checking into rehab is pretty serious...

I'll keep him in my prayers and ask that you all do, too. Just a tidbit of news for ya, and I'll explain the aresenal to ya'll one of these days...

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