Emily Richey is a graduate of Pace University NYC. She has written and edited for multiple online platforms, including Love What Matters. She spends her free time petting stray cats.
Emily Richey is a graduate of Pace University NYC. She has written and edited for multiple online platforms, including Love What Matters. She spends her free time petting stray cats.
“My husband said, ‘At the end of the day, when we’re looking back on our life, we want to know we did everything we could.’ Two months later, we began IVF. I heard the words I’d prayed over for a long, long time.”
“We got a call from our caseworker. ’Can you be in Georgia tomorrow?’ I answered ‘YES’ without a second of hesitation. My husband silently mouthed to me, ‘Are you nuts?’ I knew. My heart was pounding, but I knew.”
“I honestly had to think about it. I was devastated at the thought of divorce but the thought of a life without alcohol seemed unbearable.”
“No parent chooses their kids’ song. Kids aren’t like a jukebox. As long as we can find music our children love, we must be doing something right.”
“Wanting to be normal came at a price. Now, when I look in the mirror, I don’t cry anymore.”
“Two days before flying back to America, I found out I was pregnant. I sat in the bathroom and sobbed. I wanted his comfort during pregnancy and birth. The thought of doing it alone was overwhelming.”
“There wasn’t enough representation of lesbians adopting through foster care. It’s hard to find stories like ours.”
“Within a week, my stomach grew to appear 5 months pregnant. My entire abdomen was infected with small tumors. ‘You need a full hysterectomy.’ My biggest dream was to have kids. But there I was, 5 days before surgery, hearing the words, ‘You’re pregnant.’”
“My stomach sank in fear. ‘What if something is really wrong?’ The room was spinning. My house became my safe space. What if I never felt like my true self again? I couldn’t stay home forever.”
“I noticed I was different than my friends. I asked myself, ‘What is normal?’ They could eat when they wanted and didn’t need to prick their finger three times a day.”