divorced
Sometimes a good divorce is better than a bad marriage.
Divorce Story: an Act of Love
My parents' divorce taught me more about love and respect than their marriage ever could have. I will always believe that it was the best decision they made as parents and as individuals. A family that was dysfunctional and trapped is now less dysfunctional, more unconventional, but free to be better and truer versions of themselves.
By Carissa Gandenberger5 years ago in Families
At the point when your relationship finishes and you need to impart the children to your ex, feelings can run high.
I'll be the first to concede that I am not my ex's greatest fan. In decency, I'm certain he's not actually raving about how magnificent I am either (despite the fact that I am). I additionally should concede, to be absolutely straightforward, that he's been a missing guardian for most of both my children's lives — no visits, and for a long time, no kid support came either. Our marriage was hopeless, and the things that occurred after it was over didn't successfully improve the circumstance between us.
By Francisco Bisuet5 years ago in Families
WAITING FOR THE BOYS
All of us have waited for something or someone at some point in our lives. I am hardly an exception to this rule. I have done quite a bit of waiting in my life. When I was young, I waited for spring, for the pleasant times spent tilling and planting my little garden or pruning my roses. When the planting was over and the garden coming along in growth; when spring suddenly wasn’t hot enough, I waited for summer. And then, when the summer grew too hot, I longed for fall. Soon, I gazed at my idle sled and waited for the snow to come then waited impatiently for the weather to warm once again. I have often waited for the rain to stop. I have waited hungrily for my radishes and beets to be big enough to pull and tomatoes to ripen. I have waited with maternal excitement for chicks to hatch or a calf to be born. I once waited for Daddy to come home from one of his long-haul trucking trips or Mama to come in from doing chores to make dinner and read to us. I used to wait for a baby sibling to wake up from a nap so I didn’t have to stay quiet any longer. In December, I waited for my birthday and then waited eagerly through the following few weeks until Christmas. That childish enthusiasm has only slightly dimmed now that I have grown.
By Amber M Martell6 years ago in Families
Something's broken...
We were living by the ocean, yet again. We've often found ourselves living near the beach - I suppose like most humans we are drawn to the freshness of the coastal air. I can take the beach or leave it - growing up in a landlocked country, going to the beach was never part of my day-to-day.
By Tyranna Black6 years ago in Families
I'm not actually asking if I'm being reasonable.
I didn't always want children. Like some women, when I was younger I decided I wasn't interested in having a family. Many woman don't change their minds, but I did. My hormones actually kicked in about 2 years before I changed my mind, then once my husband and I decided we would like to start a family, it was still well over a year before I came off the pill. Now I have a gorgeous baby boy. He is absolutely delightful and the light of my life, I wouldn't change having him for anything.
By Tyranna Black6 years ago in Families
In a nutshell.
When we had that argument a while ago, I had been frantically studying whenever I could for two weeks. I was not watching tv for 12 hours. I missed my weekly clean TWICE. So for two weeks the house got messy. So what did you do? You say we’re a team - you don’t think you might have asked what was up? Or done a bit of cleaning to help me out? Instead you save up all your anger to have a go at me. And not cleaning for a couple of weeks made me a bad wife? Are you for real? Did you hit your head and wake up in the 1950s? I’m home to look after our baby. I looked after him all day, on little sleep, ferried him around and fed him and did his bedtime and bath time routine. So it’s not like I wasn’t doing anything. When I clean it’s because I want to, not because I have to. And you think that’s a good excuse for what you said around the campfire? Telling your country friends that on my occasional overnight city trip you make a point of doing as much as you can so you can show me how it's done.
By Tyranna Black6 years ago in Families
The Betty in Me
I cut my bangs with some rusty kitchen scissors; I screamed his name 'til the neighbors called the cops. I numbed the pain at the expense of my liver, don't know what I did next - all I know, I couldn't stop. Word got around to the barflies and the Baptists. My Mama's phone started ringing off the hook. I can hear her now saying she ain't gonna have it, "Don't matter how you feel, it only matters how you look! Go and fix your makeup, girl, it's just a breakup, run and hide your crazy and start actin' like a lady. Cause I raised you better, you gotta keep it together, even when you fall apart. Powder your nose, paint your toes, line your lips and keep them closed!" – Miranda Lambert
By Dejaye Botkin6 years ago in Families
Confessions
For 34 years I lived a life of denial and pretending to be someone I knew in my heart I was not ! Growing up in the south we are pushed to the status que all our child hood is riddled with shuttle pushes in what we should want ! On December 2 2011 I decided that I was not going to live in misery any longer !
By Lance Christopher Stevens6 years ago in Families
GUILT
It's true. What you think you know at 18, changes as you age. Maybe your feeling change, perhaps you understand things differently because of experiences you have, but either way, who you are and what you think changes. Falling in love with a narcissist blurs those lines. In fact, falling in love with a narcissist obliterates the ability to distinguish growth, reality and complete perception of what is happening to you anymore. You wont recognize who you are anymore.
By Secunda Bell6 years ago in Families
