“He had literally just set up the new number and a few minutes later he got my text. If I had sent that text in the morning, he would have never gotten it.”
“He had literally just set up the new number and a few minutes later he got my text. If I had sent that text in the morning, he would have never gotten it.”
“It was a Friday night, the first football game of the year. I was a freshman. One of my friends talked me into going to the game and dance afterwards. Little did I know, that dance would change my life. I ran into my neighbor and his friend, Chad. We talked, laughed, had a great time. By the end of the night, I put my number in Chad’s phone. Months later, I was asking my friend to buy me a pregnancy test. I was 15.”
“I remember sitting in the doctor’s office at age 17, wondering if having my own kids was ever a possibility for me. I’d been diagnosed with PCOS at a young age. He put me on birth control and it hardly affected my life. Until I started seriously dating. I felt like dating me came with a warning label – a precursor: ‘Watch out, no guarantee I can have kids.’ And what if someone didn’t want to marry me because of it?”
“My soul was going to jump out of my body and chase her to Heaven. Every night after my kids went to bed, I opened the bottles of whiskey. I walked in after my surgery with a bottle of Fireball. Jacob asked me, ‘Is this going to be a problem?’ I asked him why he asked me that. ‘Because you never buy alcohol to bring home. You only order drinks, not bottles.’ I’ll have many questions when I get to Heaven, but every one of them will wait until I get my girl in my arms.”
“My best friend showed up at my son’s birthday party and told me she had the same cancer that took my mom a year earlier. I was numb. Heartbroken. Clueless how to maneuver through grief, while also trying to support her. Sure, I sent cards and care packages. But I was MIA. Truth is, I was obsessively thinking about her. It’s taken a year to finally wake up.”
“I realized I was gay early on. My parents didn’t know what to do. Lolly thought I should marry a prudish Mormon girl who didn’t want sex. I thought it might be better to marry someone like her – an open, communicative girl who DID want sex. For years, she deflected the possibility of BEING the girl I married, but when I dated one of her best friends in college, and she saw me playing the part of a ‘straight boyfriend,’ she began to see me in a different light. She began to fall in love with me.”
“Dear extended family, the proper response to your loved one not being able to be in a dozen places at once is, ‘We’ll miss you, but we understand. Let’s get together another day!’ Anything more or less than that is emotional abuse that we do not deserve.”
“Last week, we were talking about how her little sister could come at any time. She mentioned how she is so excited to be in the delivery room! In the most innocent little voice she asked, ‘Who was in there with you when you had me? Did my other dad stay for that at least?’ I’ve often wondered what Brodeigh remembers about her ‘bio’ dad. The best thing he ever did was allow me to have her.”
“The other day, I posted a photo of myself in a bikini and was told to cover up…because I’m a mom. Since when are we no longer allowed to feel sexy? There’s no rule that states you can’t rock a bikini because you pushed a baby out of your vagina at some point in life.”