I wanted a boy. At the time, I already had one boy, so I knew what to expect. But that was not really the reason.
Pregnancy really played a tole on my mental health. Since high school, I’ve been roughly the same weight. When the extra pounds started coming I got in a mental funk.
Those 40 weeks crept by, especially in the moment. I gained 41 lbs over those 40 weeks. (Wow, a pound a week! -- Yikes!)
One conversation that held so much weight. So much hurt. So much sadness.
Well, I’m 27 years old and no longer have that relationship to crawl back to, sooooo…
The physical abuse stopped once I threatened to fight back. The shaming, the degrading, and the criticizing never ended. 27 years later I was given my reason.
It is a term I have heard him use to describe himself more than once.
“I couldn’t do it, I’d get too attached.” This is the single greatest excuse I have heard as to why people claim they aren’t fostering.
I know everyone's heart is different and sadly not everyone views my kids the way I do. I love them all equally and I will do everything in my power to make sure they each feel that love and to make sure others in our circle don't make them feel differently.
Who did you inherit your eye color from? Your hair color and texture? Your personality? Your love for certain foods? Your athleticism? Your creativeness? For most of us, these questions are simple. We can usually identify a family member or two that we get these traits from. I have never been very interested in my… Continue reading Be Open.