I understand that in your mind these words make you feel less than, or that somehow your family isn't a family because it wasn't built on blood. That's not what you believe, but that's how you feel other people think.
It's called compartmentalization, and I became pretty good at it. I was able to separate my home life and life at basic. At least while we were busy.
It’s emotional and wonderful, but it’s not different. Not yet.
The next day she arrived. The all too familiar knots in my stomach were there as I waited. But something was different this time.
Other women have those memories.
My family wasn’t made like yours, but you still acknowledge that we’re a family. Thank you.
To all you well meaning people out there… just stop.
As I'm writing this, there have been 1,125 abortions and counting in the United States, today.
...the quirky smile, kind-eyed, big hair beautiful. The "you better wife her up" type of beautiful.
I know she doesn't need me.