“Mom was sitting next to dad rubbing his head. He was dozing off. Every time he was almost asleep she would say, ‘Are you tired Carl?’ and he would wake up and say, ‘Yep.’ He didn’t seem frustrated by her interruptions – for him, it was just another day.”
“Imagine someone coming along and telling you how you are just ‘too much’ into grief, missing your mom just a little ‘too much.’ I mean, it’s been 7 years; you should be used to it by now.”
“You want ME to tell him he has a terminal disease? I’m barely holding it together as it is, and I am supposed to sit with him and lie and pretend like I don’t know he’s dying?”
“Things were not working out and I could see that Steven was hurt because he loved Monica so much, she does everything for him, caters to his every need and he appreciates it, but he fears she doesn’t know it.”
“The nurses assured me it must’ve been an accident since I had no pain. I listened and didn’t think anything of it. Huge mistake. Not 24 even hours later, I was delirious with a fever and untreated ruptured sac. Once again, alone at the hospital, I had to deliver my babies and say goodbye. I lost not one, but all three of my triplets.”
“This time of year gets overwhelming. I might be frazzled. But from the aisles of Target, I can tell I am not alone in this. This stage of life is not for the weak.”
“”The man on the right is my dad; the man on the left is my stepdad. When the preacher asked who was giving me away, they both grinned big, pointed at one another and exclaimed, ‘He does!’”
“I decided to pay attention to how many times my kids actually asked for food. 97 times. Between the five of them, they asked me 97 times for food.”
“It always seems to go the same. One person got to leave the house. The other person looked after the little ones. They struggled to leave the house because the tantrums and sickness is wearing them thin.”
“I realized why I hadn’t given up on someone so toxic for so long. I just wanted to be loved by a man. I wanted to feel acceptance from a man.”
