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The Invisible Load of Motherhood Is Killing Me Slowly
Winter is coming, and I’m nervous, S.A.D (Seasonal Affective Disorder) is real, and to top it off I have been slowly succumbing to the very real invisible load of motherhood. I have effectively been battling this giant for almost twelve years and it has finally caught up with me, now I feel like it’s killing me.
By Candise Miller6 years ago in Families
Traci
August 22, 2016, the day that would end up drastically changing my life. It was about 3:17 in the morning when the sounds of sirens from cop cars and ambulances were screaming in the parking lot of the apartment complex. My dad stood there frozen, unable to move or speak. He was in shock. He didn’t know what to do, or how to help, she was just laying there lifeless. Her body was positioned as if she was trying to crawl, pleading for someone to help her, but it was too late. She was already too far gone. The love of his life, and my stepmother, gone at merely twenty eight years old.
By jasmine torrenti6 years ago in Families
Reasons that are compelling people to hire a divorce lawyer
Have you decided to part ways with your partner? Then, the first thing you have to do is to approach the reliable and best divorce lawyers. You need to hire the one who has ample experience and knowledge in dealing with divorce cases similar to yours. They also have in-depth knowledge of the divorce law. Many people try to take a divorce without the help of the attorney and end up worsening their situation. When you contact the divorce lawyer, they would offer you the valuable help and help you to get over the rough patch in your life. When you go for divorce lawyers, you must understand that the marriage regulations and acts vary from one country to another. Also, if you are a single mother, or you do not want the alimony, or either the custody of the child, then the legal separation has to be done accordingly.
By Holly Jacob6 years ago in Families
A Treasured Afternoon
The pink iridescent fabric of her cape shimmered as a slight breeze picked up and the plastic jewel of her crown caught the mid-afternoon sun. Golden hair rested on her cheek, falling loose from the braid which I had plaited with such care that morning but was now wild from a day of rambunctious play. Though often sparkling with mischief, her eyes were serious and concentrated. She was on the hunt.
By Stephanie Pickard6 years ago in Families
I Remember (HIM)
Ahh... The good days, carefree & without worry. The year was 2000. I was 5 years old. I can recall waking up on a Saturday morning to the aroma of PineSol & hear the gospel music playing. I knew what this meant; cleaning day. My mother would blast the music to wake up Pam & I. Pam is my older sister. We're 12 years apart. As I flipped the covers from over my head, I was dreading the thought of having to scrub walls & dust in places that should be forgotten about. All I wanted to do on this beautiful Saturday morning was scurry to the living room to catch my morning cartoons. This consisted of Barney, Dragon Tales, & Caillou (in that order). I would fix myself a bowl of Cornflakes & curl up on the couch for a day of relaxation. I normally could get out of doing household chores that involved fumes & dust because I had asthma. Pam hated the fact that I could get out of doing chores because that meant she had to do everything by herself. As I got comfortable on the couch, it didn't take long for my childish bliss to be disrupted by Pam & mom arguing. They were always arguing about something. Pam was 17 at the time. It seemed as if everything turned into a heated verbal exchange. "Why doesn't Brandon have to clean up, it's his mess anyway?" she said. My mom wasn't keen on answering questions that she felt she didn't have to answer to. "Because I told you to do it, that's why." Mom responded. I learned to tune out their arguing, it was just something that I had gotten used to. As they continued to exchange words, I could hear the front door unlocking. With excitement, I jumped off the couch & ran & opened the door before the knob could finish turning. "Daddy!" I screamed. My face lit up with joy. My father stood there with a huge grin on his face, picked me up and embraced me. My mom & dad weren't married, but they were inseparable towards each other. Their love for each other couldn't be bound by a piece of paper. It was just present. My sister & I have different dads, but my dad raised her as his own when my parents met. She was 12 years old at the time. My dad was everything to me. He was my hero. I looked up to him because he was always joking, laughing, & he always knew exactly what to say. What can I say? Life was good, I had my mom, dad, & sister all under one household. Everything was perfect. Little did I know that reality would soon set in, & life as I knew would it would take a traumatic turn for the worst.
By Brandon White6 years ago in Families
How your parents affect your relationship with money
Have you ever been bad with money? Set budgets but couldn't stay within the means of them? Been in a ton of debt or lived paycheck to paycheck? Of course you have. I'm sure all of us can relate to debt in some way or another. But not too many of us have taken a look at the relationship our parents had with money. Sometimes the root cause of our bad spending habits starts with our parents. And the number one way to solve a problem and to get to the bottom of it. I once heard a quote that states, "Our issues are in our tissues". That statement really stuck with me. In other words, this quote essentially means that some of our habits and even our problems stem from our DNA. It's a known fact in psychology that we often repeat the same patterns and behaviors our parents had long before we were even thought of. If hereditary health issues affect and are passed down to us as adults, behavioral patterns definitely play a huge role in how we turn out as adults.
By Monique Williams6 years ago in Families
Little Runaway
I was 12 years old when I ran away from home, at first, finding refuge at homes where I befriended older people locally and, eventually, hitchhiking across the United States for nearly 2 years. I remember the moment I chose to leave. It felt like a do or die situation and I often ponder what my life would be like had I not made the decision to leave. I know now that Everything Happens For A Reason!!!
By Robin Wilson6 years ago in Families
