As a mother, my number one goal has always been to protect my children. I left their dad because I didn’t want my kids to grow up thinking that it was okay to hurt someone that you are suppose to love. I’ve made it a point to not flaunt men in front of my kids because I didn’t want them to have a negative image of women. I also made sure to tell them that
I’m not sure if it’s the weather or maybe because my sons have begun to “smell” themselves, but lately things have been really…intense, at my house. I hate when I have to go 3/4 crazy lady and 1/16th “my mom” (she’s bat shit crazy) on my kids. It hurts me to be upset with them or to feel them being upset with me. I’ve worked so hard to have a good relationship with them that
So the last time I posted, I was in limbo about my relationship…my how time changes things. That “relationship” or whatever it was…is OVER. What I am struggling with is what I’m supposed to learn from this experience. Yes, I am one of those people. I believe EVERYTHING happens for a reason and therefore is a teachable moment. Trust me I never want to repeat this mistake again. So I have been analyzing and dissecting
For lack of a better title I have been in a “relationship” with a man I consider one of my closest friends for about 9 months now. As of right now we have decided to step back and take some time to figure things out. (I refer to it as a “Ross and Rachel”). Something I had pushed for a few times but now that he has stated that this is what he wants…I’m wondering
Growing up I considered my mother’s family as very “upper crust” clan, filled with educated home owners, with respectable jobs who basically lived the American dream. Just not us. From what I saw my grandmother had successfully raised 4 ½ out of 5 of her offspring. One of my uncles had three children they lived out of town and when he would visit during the summer or holidays he would always take us all to
So today I was told that basically I was a HORRIBLE girlfriend back in the day (high school). I was mean, bossy and insensitive to people’s feelings. (Which was also a turn on I guess.)I was told that I was selfish and left people feeling used. In truth he was right. I had no regard for the hearts that I “broke” I was only feeding on the emotions of any young man that I could
Around the age of 14 I had decided my life was no longer worth living. The truth about the sexual abuse that I had experienced as a child was known and my aunt and grandmother accused me of lying and the rest of my family started to treat me like an outcast. I had a few close friends that I could talk to about my life but this wasn’t material that 14 yr olds were
When I was about 5 or 6 years old I started being molested by a family member. It’s usually a subject I can talk about, but I’ve never really been able to write openly about it. So I’ll give it a shot. My first memory is of being at a relative’s with all of my cousins; we would laugh and play all day. But at night when it was time to lay down, things became
I get a little embarrassed sometimes when I tell people I have never been on a date. The truth is I am in my mid thirties, a single mom who has NEVER dated. Meaning, NONE has ever come to my door, brought me flowers, taken me to dinner and a movie and brought me back home. There’s never been that awkward moment at the door where I get to contemplate, “do I kiss him goodnight?
When I gave birth to my first child, a boy, I was clueless and unprepared. I didn’t know anything about raising a man. Truth be told, I still don’t. But I was comfortable in the fact that his father was so excited about having a son. He would talk for hours about the different things he would teach him. How he would be a better father than the one that he had. It was endearing,
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