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Barren Women
The plight of a barren woman. Its very hard to fit. What is the first question people ask, how many children do you have? It has been hard to fit being motherless. For many years they were spent on just trying to have a baby. I attended some baby showers and than felt again the pain of not fitting in. Being a motherless women in that since. I think one of the biggest times the Beauty and The Beast feeling took over. It was not that I was trying to fit in but when I hung out with my husband and his son I just pretended to be his Mom. If the son had not cleared it up well I would have fit in I was pretending to be a Mom. Being a stepmother is different with my 2nd husband was easier. I was out one day with my Sister and her that day her husband, she had just found out she was pregnant. Again, I did not fit in because my 2nd husband of over 10 years tells everybody at the restaurant table I could have kids. I was total outcast, I felt shocked. I think the fact that I was married three times it makes people wonder. Why does she not have kids? Believe me all efforts were put forth. I got into a lot of trouble in my life when I found my 3rd husband. The problem of not fitting in but thinking now I will fit in. I will marry my 3rd love and 3rd husband. He was suppose to be my first husband. Ok thats it a women being left at the Altar after the invitations went out. She really never really fits in after that. Not mentally can she imagine proper love. The infertility and all the ideals that made me not just fit in. When you know in your heart every step of the way. The problem came when men decided the Beast of the race to involve themselves with the under developed beauty. She may be damaged and left in a space only she can trace. But the good thing about all of this. My 2nd and 3rd husband both have a girl and a boy. And my first husband had zero children. I must now try to fit in with life after menopause. The nurturing effect of motherhood from observation and the extent of time the mother has to spend with the child proved to me that it is something different. I still find it hard to fit in. I have two stepchildren I met only once in 13years. Two step grandchildren I have never met. Both the names of my 2nd and 3rd husbands has been preserved. My special bond has been with my nieces and nephews. I have so many I cannot number. I have many great grand sons and great grand daughters. So many to love and to hold. The difference for me I never had to take a child home and hold a raise as there only caretaker. So I look to my Maker and say thank you for taking care of Me. Beauty is only skin deep because young girls get pained, raped and suffocated. You never know what happened to a Barren Women. Most are not born that way.
By Wanda B Henry5 years ago in Families
Dear Dad
In 2019, my father still wanted me to be a lawyer, but in April 2019 he lost the title of Dad, not that he ever deserved it. He told his daughter who had been raped 5 months before, been a victim of domestic violence by a Pooler PD officer "Don't ever call me again." In October of 2019 when I called him The Pooler PD had taken my animals Jacob and Ella, left me in a car for 2.5 months, taken the evidence I was raped, the litigation in my wrongful termination, falsely arrested me, left me in the street, I had gone through a gallbladder surgery alone, been molested by a black man, had the Savannah Police Department, Nicole Lantano threaten me with arrest for being molested, been in the street for 5 months and a Savannah Pd officer, a supervisor in City Market would not help me call him. I borrowed someone's cell phone in a gas station because Chatham County Sheriff's deputies had taken mine when I went I went to the Juvenile Court where I had worked for help, who left me in the street. I called my father, Edward Voss Rogers in AZ, and told him what was going on. His response "Devani, I only get $1600 dollars a month disability I am doing nothing to help you" and he left his raped, molested, daughter in the streets of Savannah. I called him in November 2019, and he wouldn't send an email to my friend Tony Waller to help me. I would try and call, send emails until January 2021 when I called and he disconnected his phone number. He hasn't spoken to me or even called or returned an email to see if I was even alive. He has done nothing but leave his daughter to suffer every humiliation possible. All of the men I trusted who are fathers, from my ex boyfriends, a lawyer and a police officer, have ignored me, every man I looked up to as a dad, like Judge Thomas Cole, Judge John Beam, Judge Leroy Burke III have been silent. Everyone I ever respected like Joseph Lumpkin, and everyone I needed.
By Justice for All5 years ago in Families
Family
My passion is my family There is a Museum in the city where I live in Montgomery AL called The National Memorial for Peace and Justice created by Bryan Stevenson and the Equal Justice Initiative or EJI. In that Museum on 2 different Plaques there is a name, Virgil Swanson, my great grandfather. He was lynched by an angry mob of terrorist white men in a little town called Greenville Georgia on August 25th 1913, for a crime he did not commit. This is one of the things that drives me and motivates me to be great and live my life to the fullest, because my great grandfather literally died for his legacy to live on.
By Rashid Ali Swanson5 years ago in Families
Mum
Occasionally my Mum would speak about happenings that she was not privy to. During an evening meal the subject of shoplifting was discussed. “I’ve never done that," I lied. She said, “Except for the necklaces you stole from Target when you were in Grade 8.”
By Pauline Fountain5 years ago in Families
Snip
It starts with a six-inch square of muslin. In 2004 I lived in Minnesota within ten miles of both my sister and brother for the first time since childhood. We didn’t see each other daily, or even weekly, but we enjoyed the closeness so much, our parents were even thinking of joining us. It’s a good thing they hesitated: By the end of 2005, we had scattered to the winds—Sarah to New York for law school, Michael and his family to Tanzania so he could study chimpanzees, and my own family to Florida, where my then-husband had been recruited for a job that promised happiness and a solid future.
By Jennifer Wilson5 years ago in Families
Creativeness In My Blood
It started with my Grandmother, Dorothy Pfalzgraf, an Irish woman who was very involved with her culture. She was a woman of strength, will power, and courage. She held my family together like the quilts she sewed, the precise stitching and patchwork.
By Isabella Vedro5 years ago in Families
Hands In Her Hair
Twice a week, we bring out the arsenal. I put one of my large throw pillows on the ground and I gingerly help my mother lower herself to sit between my knees as I perch on the edge of the couch. Getting up and down off the floor is not as easy as it once was for her. The coffee table is laden with bottles of coconut oil, grape seed oil, detangling cream, a Denman brush, a rat tail comb, leave-in conditioner, a spray bottle full of warm water, and two glasses of Coke. It is a routine I was once daunted by, yet now I eagerly await.
By Tanner Reanne Blackton5 years ago in Families
Ferrari
Ferrari Today, Monty was returning home after four years. His mother did not sleep properly last night with excitement. She was so happy, and it rarely happens Right from the morning. Preparations were in full swing. Sometimes turn the sofa here and move the coffee table a little behind the center. She cooked Monty's favorite food, bought his
By kuljit mann5 years ago in Families
