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Angel Mom
It all starts when we hear those beeps coming together as a beautiful rhythm that instantly has us falling in love with the simple thought of you. As you become everything we ever dream of; the reason we work harder than ever before. Every effort, thought, and waking moment is spent trying to make it better for your arrival. Then one day something feels "off"; we don't feel you here with us anymore. We go to the Doctor just to be told that you are gone before we even get to meet. All the love that we hold in our heart for you then turns to grief as we try to process the thought of never meeting you. As you walk from the office to your vehicle, trying to see through the tears; you really can’t help but to think, Why me? Was I not good enough to be a “Real” Mother? What was I doing so wrong?
By Becca Sipes5 years ago in Families
Unknown enemy
How many of us have realised the closest people in our lives are our worst enemies? When I was 18 years old, I had ran away from home; I wanted to be with my boyfriend, now husband. Obviously, my whole family was not happy about it, so I was basically cut off; which at that moment I did not care as long as I would be with my boyfriend. He ended up bringing me to his home and had went inside to tell his mother to come out to tell her what happened. I was nervous, obviously because I would have been homeless or he would have said my mom said no, so you got to go... things could have happened this way. BUT IT DIDNT. I moved in and was living with his family for 4 or 5 years until they moved out and left us this their place, which was kind of them . But while I was living with them for those years, little did I know I would have to go through some shit( excuse my language). My boyfriend at the time, you know we were still pretty young and so he would leave me at home while he was hanging with his friends; basically leaving me to his mother. I won't lie, she treated me well AT FIRST; key word: AT FIRST. I felt loved and felt cared, everything was great and then we got married. She would tell her sisters and friends, she finally has a daughter and that made me feel wanted and loved like I said previously. One day, we were cleaning the home and my boyfriend at the time was telling me to wash the dishes, which i agreed to since I like washing dishes anyway. Apparently, I was washing them too slow (?) because she came by , grabbed the sponge and basically moved me over and took over. I was confused, so I went to try and help my husband clean the living and yes before you ask , we got married but were still living with them; we were still young and didn't know much about being an adult. Anyway, my husband asked me why I wasn't washing the dishes and I told him exactly what happened and he walked over to his simply and kindly asking why she stopped me from washing the dishes and she didn't say a word. So, I just ended up helping him clean and bringing the bed that was out there into the room. While we were pushing it, she comes out from the kitchen and starts yelling, I was so confused especially since there was a language barrier. My husband was yelling back at her, then she did the unknown and got in my face and basically, fuck my dad .. which made me even more confused because why bring up my father? I went in the room and let my husband handle whatever that needed to be handled and he came in the room and told me what she was saying , because not only did she say fuck my dad but she cursed us to never have kids,which broke my heart immediately and so I told my husband I would go to my family's home. My father picked me up and I left for a couple hours, I was hesitant to go back, but I did. I went straight to the room and went to sleep. A couple months later, we ended up moving to a different apartment complex; the one that I am now living in now. After that incident, everything was going well. Time goes by and I'm noticing little things. This one day, she and her other sons were leaving and she told my husband and I to clean everywhere, I told my husband that I would clean and for him to just relax; I wanted to show his mother like I know how to clean; deep clean. Later on, she came back and she seen the home was spotless and I was smiling looking at he reaction. Then she said the unthinkable, she said, "Wow it's so clean", my husband tells her that I was the one that cleaned. Then she says, "No, she's not the one that cleaned, you were the one" and my husband says no I didn't even do anything and that I was the one that cleaned. My smiled faded because I wanted to do this for her and she totally made it seem like I didn't know how to clean. Few months passed, I found out I was pregnant. I thought I would be well rested and just lay in bed all day, but instead she would have me cleaning everywhere especially the bathroom and tell me either the office would do their annual check in or that people would come stop by or visit from a different state. It ended being a lie, as I was waiting for whoever to show up, but no one did. My husband at that time would be leaving till the next day. I would always wait for him, so I can open the door for him till one night. I was doing my usual wait and then when he messaged and told me to open the door, mind you before everyone went to sleep,she came in my room and told me not to open the door for him. So, my husband was telling me to open and I was hesitant because I did not want to get in trouble; but the reason I was there was for my husband, not her or his brothers. So, I got up and and went downstairs to open the door and as soon as my husband came in, she raced down. Sh started yelling and got in my face and then my husband started yelling at her back, then my brother in law came down and took her upstairs. A couple weeks later, my husband again was out and I had woken up on time for him to message me telling me he was on his way home but it was 5 or 6 int he morning. I went downstairs and seen one of my brother in laws watching TV, so I sat down and watched with him. Then my husband knocked, and my brother in law stepped out to talk to him and then called me out. I had planned that day to go to my family's home(REMEMBER THIS ). We went inside and went into the room and laid down together and fell asleep. I heard his mother opening the door and saying something and then closed it. I woke up and got myself ready and waited for my dad to pick me up. Once he arrives, He greets everyone and then his mother comes to the door and tells him, I need to speak to you and your wife when you're free and then we left. I did not know what she was going to say but I ignored it. Couple days later, I slept over at a friends place and my brothers messaged me bribing me to go eat with them little did I know something was going on.
By Joy Ameena5 years ago in Families
Twin Trials
Once upon a time, in a far away land, there lived a beautiful princess who fell in love with a pirate. And a handsome pirate, who fell in love with a princess. Together they ran away, settling in a little cottage and making a small family. The princess gave birth to twins. A boy, Celdrake, and a girl, Aleena. The children grew in grace and beauty each day. Until tragedy struck on the children's eighth birthday. The family was discovered by both pirates and royals. The royal guard threatened to kill her husband if the princess did not return with them to court. And the pirates threatened to kill his wife if the former pirate captain refused to accompany them back to sea. Witnessing their parents sorrow, the brave little children tried to fight and defend their parents. The young boy running to aid his mother, and the little girl to her fathers. Admiring the children's courage, the royals scooped up Celdrake, and the pirates scooped up Aleena. The happy little family were no longer.
By Morgan Christy Rickards5 years ago in Families
Three Rules for Succes
The young man couldn’t remember a time when his grandfather didn't have his little black book. It was something he remembered being as much a part of him as his beard or glasses. Something he saw but never really noticed, till his third-grade teacher gave him an assignment to interview someone he admired.
By W.H. Michael5 years ago in Families
Winds of Change
There is a stiff breeze blowing today, and for the first time in years I think it’s a washing day wind. I used to always peg my washing out on a line, but in recent years, when it’s just been Andrew and me, I’ve made do with a drying rack in the kitchen. More convenient, really, especially since I work during the day. Even before the boys left home Andrew surprised me with a tumble dryer--not the most romantic of presents, perhaps, but I was ecstatic at the time, even if I don’t use it much anymore. We hardly ever have a full load between the two of us.
By Kate Hewitt5 years ago in Families
She Found It
She is a super sleuth and she wears the perfect disguise. You could see her anywhere at any time of the day and her cover kept her gift concealed. A police department would welcome her gift of pulling facts and truths out of murky words and events. At times it was like she was easing her hands into a mud puddle and pulling out diamonds. Her disguise was simply the fact that she is a wife and the mother of four children. I call her Sassy and that nickname fits her personality. The dictionary says that Sassy means “ lively, bold and full of spirit; cheeky”. That perfectly describes my bride.
By Dale Austin 5 years ago in Families
Like One of My Own
Like One of My Own Blended families aren’t a new concept. For as long as we’ve settled with partners to bear children, we’ve had blended families. Really, it’s become the norm for most kids to have a step-sibling, half-sibling, or adopted siblings. It’s critical to look at the way step-parents cooperate with biological parents.
By Echo Mayernik5 years ago in Families
One Page of the Adventure Book
The sound of my tent unzipping caused my neighbors to stir in theirs. We have a rule out here, keep to yourself and stay quiet. None of us want any problems with each other or anyone else for that matter. I peered out of the small opening to see what the weather conditions were this morning. Snow. Just what I was afraid of. I slowly zipped up my tent trying to be as quiet as possible. On nights like last night it's hard to fa
By Nichole Ailshire5 years ago in Families
OLD GRAY HAIR
a story by Nichelle S. Montgomery I hate funerals. My Uncle Rickey was the best though. So, I had to come. He was a jolly, burly, black man, whose laugh always sounded like he was trying to get something out. It was infectious. I remember when I was a little girl. I use to climb up on his shoulder and pull out his gray hairs. For each gray hair I pulled, he gave me a quarter. So, I just pulled enough so I could buy some ice cream for me and my cousins, Annie and Willie. He use to laugh and say, “Little bits” I’m gonna be bald by the time you’re done. Even though my name is Letrice, he never called me that. Most people called me Leti, but not him. I was his “Little bits”. While I was busy pulling gray hairs, he would read me his stories he kept in his little Black Book. The stories were short, but funny. Uncle Rickey loved reading them to me. We would laugh and I could tell that time we spent together every weekend really made his day. I loved it too. It was like that for years, until all his hair went gray.
By Nichelle S. Montgomery5 years ago in Families
