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Seven for What Used to Be Ten
He stood at the entrance of the massive roll up doors, telling my mother that there were seven items on the list and only seven. We had already flustered his feathers by letting me tag along, then my mom, then we had to go to lunch; after all, driving thirty minutes to Costco was an outing, not a chore. The drive itself stretched along like a map. The land outside exposing flat fields of uneven corn or orchards. You only turned twice the entire way; besides that it was finding ways to entertain yourself for the half hour as the drive continued on loop.
By Helen Brower8 years ago in Families
It's Me or Her (But Not in Those Words)
Me and my partner have been together eight months, but have known each other over two years now. We began dating, and have flown quite quickly into the love thing. His family is scattered all around the place, including his mother who lives right at the bottom of our country. But the woman has some issues.
By Laura Smith8 years ago in Families
A Change Is Gonna Come
I did this video because my ex-wife hasn't let me see my children in a very long time. It seems that people forget the damage that this does to the children. Has it damaged me? Of course. I miss them every single day, and as of right now it's been over eight years. Sometimes I get a picture or a phone call if she is wanting money for something. Max was only 5 and Olivia was 4. My son's voice has changed as he is becoming a young man, and my little girl calls someone else Daddy instead of me. I cry every single day. Whenever I am in a crowd of people I always find myself looking around to see if they are there. I close my eyes and I see my little girl's smile and hear her laughter. I can almost feel Max wrapping his little arms around my neck. I miss my babies so much. The last thing my little boy told me the night I found out that she would be keeping them from me was: "Daddy I will always fight for you." I had no idea why he was even saying that, but I learned the next day, and I've thought about his little words every day since then. I even went so far as to tattoo the words on to my arm so I would look at them every single day. I went through several stages through all of this. At one point I hated her and prayed for bad things to happen to her.
By Randolph T8 years ago in Families
The Loss That You Can’t Talk About
I would be 20 weeks pregnant with you right now. Half way through the pregnancy. Half way to meeting you. But I’m not. I’m not sporting a cute little baby bump. I’m not wearing my maternity jeans that I was so excited to wear. I’m not turning our guest room into a nursery. Because I’m not pregnant with you, anymore.
By Megan DeMeo8 years ago in Families
7 Essentials Every Baby Needs
Having a child is indeed the biggest joy in the world. Becoming a parent is like being given a chance to play God, since your child is going to be totally dependent on you until the time he/she matures. Those magical words which every woman wants to happily say someday are “I’m Pregnant!” And when that happens, along comes a phase of excitement, health care, and advice from close ones. Husbands become more aware of their wives’ needs and the love the couple share increases many fold as both dream of having a beautiful and healthy child. Such is the power of a baby!
By Sukriti Taneja8 years ago in Families
Stupid Kids
Support groups exist for everything. You have a disease? There's a group for it. Overweight? Yup, there's a group. Sleep disorder? Yes indeed, there's a group. But there is no group for people with stupid children. Your only recourse is to find someone with children as dumb as your own and commiserate. This presents a problem because parents hide the stupidity of their offspring. They perpetuate the myth that children can be seen and not heard, that teens are controllable, that by 25 they are completely on their own. These are fallacies. Even if your kids are reasonably good, you know they've done wrong. Unfortunately, I had to fend for myself when my first husband left us, and again when my second husband died. All of my friends had perfect children. I did not. My kids made one bad choice after another, to the point where I got ill every time I got called into school, every time the house phone rang, and every time the police came to my door. I did all the right things. I sang to them, read to them, paid attention to every word they said. There were times I wished they would stop telling me everything so I could have 10 minutes peace. At Christmas time I would give them $20 dollars and take them to the local shops. They had a list of 10 people to buy for and $2 a piece to spend. They always came back with the most amazing, thoughtful things. So what happened? Shit happened.
By Monica Bennett8 years ago in Families
