Callie’s home is a wreck, with signs of “white trash” spread from one end of their home to the other, not to mention the child chained to the tree in the backyard. Callie doesn’t feel that she lives the “white trash” life, that’s her life. She was raised in a home where looking through the holes in the back fence was fun to her. But in adulthood her fun is wrestling around with her husband after an argument, hoping for a good ole fashioned make up. That is where Callie is happy and to keep her and her family happy there are sacrifices that she knows she needs to
Callie’s home is a wreck, with signs of “white trash” spread from one end of their home to the other, not to mention the child chained to the tree in the backyard. Callie doesn’t feel that she lives the “white trash” life, that’s her life. She was raised in a home where looking through the holes in the back fence was fun to her. But in adulthood her fun is wrestling around with her husband after an argument, hoping for a good ole fashioned make up. That is where Callie is happy and to keep her and her family happy there are sacrifices that she knows she needs to