“I felt like I failed my husband, who had dreamed of being a dad. I was embarrassed to call our family and friends. How do you tell them, ‘Never mind?’ I didn’t want to be pitied. I wanted my life to return to normal.”
- Love What Matters
- Family
“I felt like I failed my husband, who had dreamed of being a dad. I was embarrassed to call our family and friends. How do you tell them, ‘Never mind?’ I didn’t want to be pitied. I wanted my life to return to normal.”
“Seven miscarriages later, the carpet was pulled from under us. She came into our lives at just the right moment.”
“How could I leave? Surely, if I had enough faith, we could be reunited, right? His response was not the resounding ‘YES!’ I’d hoped for.”
“I drank the way everyone else did. As a sport, a pastime, a rite of passage. I sipped a travel mug full of wine as we pushed the double stroller. I cut the crusts off sandwiches and built block towers with the ghost of a hangover hovering above me.”
“I lost 26 pounds in 2 months. My legs weren’t strong enough to hold me. I refused to eat, and if I’d eat too much, I just threw it up when I was alone. Nothing seemed real.”
“This year will be different. The children can’t touch his white beard, feel the texture of his velvet suit, or sit on his lap. Yet, our neighborhood came together to keep the Christmas magic alive. The spirit is the same.”
“There aren’t words to explain how heartbroken I was. I cried, realizing this isn’t something you can ‘fix’ like a heart. This is a lifestyle set apart from most. I didn’t sign up for this.”
“I was afraid I was dying, but I was scared to talk to anyone about it. ‘I’m bleeding and in a lot of pain.’ No one believed me. My doctor said, ‘Stay off the internet.’ I couldn’t keep away. I froze from fear.”
“Instantly, we said, ‘Yes.’ The very conditions that made her birth family unable to care for her were the reasons she was meant to be our daughter. To us, she was pure perfection.”
“The news was full of stark warnings and symptoms to look out for. ‘Uh oh, here we go.’ 8 months later, I was still sick. I knew there was something very wrong with me.”

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