“I buy all of our household goods on Amazon. We typically get a box or two every week, but sometimes it’s more. My husband has made comments about how many boxes we get. I thought, ‘Now wouldn’t it be funny if he came home and there were boxes all over the place!’ I started saving boxes.”
“My dad anxiously waited to hear. My mom, sisters, and I said the words: ‘I love you.’ Words he never heard his children say. But my dad broke down and cried. He cried, because he COULDN’T hear.”
“We mentioned we needed a surrogate during a big family dinner. If you’re taking names, put mine in the hat!’ We laughed lovingly at the unrealistic gesture, alternating between pure excitement and terror. Then the doctor told us, ‘Her uterus is beautiful.’ Our far-fetched idea was now a soon-to-be-real daughter with a name: Uma Louise.”
“This is my middle daughter, Jessica. She is on life support as a result of Domestic Violence. Her body is covered with bruises, her head has large knots, and she was strangled to death. We are waiting to see if we will have our beautiful lady back.”
“When asked about my parents, I’d lie. My go-to story was, ‘My parents work out of state, that’s why they can’t be here.’ How could I tell these kids the truth? How does a 3rd grader explain the hell they’ve been through?”
“I became very closed off and did not want to communicate with my husband, the one I was supposed to be sharing my life with. I felt like I was letting him down, when in reality all he wanted from me was the woman he married.”
“I was going to say, ‘It’s not mine!! I have Tonsillitis.’ But who was I kidding? It was the size of a parachute, and it was mine. When I left the house, I grabbed old jeans that I whipped off before a shower yesterday, but had neglected to take my underwear out of.”
“See this guy right here? While working at the front desk, he looked up to find a random kid standing in front of him asking if he’d like to see a card trick. Let me tell you all the stuff Kahlief didn’t know.”
“As I walked back in from handling the garbage, I overheard the conversation between my daughter and husband. ‘Mom won’t sit down.’ Those four words made me want to cry, and also irritated me.”
“We started going on Wednesday nights because they served $.25 cent beers on tap. We always requested a specific server, Jeff, because he always took special care of my daughter, Maggie. It slowly turned into flirting. 6 weeks later, I moved in with him.”
