“I overheard fellow soccer parents talking. My son was called ‘hot.’ I use this word in lusty conversations about Brad Pitt in the 90s. Hot is Ryan Gosling’s abs. HOT is not what I think when I look at my son. He’s always and forever going to be my little boy, no matter how quickly he evolves into the young man people are noticing.”
‘Last night, my son was called ‘HOT.’ He’s 12 years old! I’m having issues with this.’: Mom uncomfortable after son is sexualized for the first time, ‘he is always going to be my little boy’
‘Would you be willing to take him home?’ He was the tiniest baby boy I’d ever held. My husband’s wedding ring could go up above his knee. Two days earlier, we’d gotten a phone call.’
“My husband and I rode an elevator up to the NICU. I told him I might need to throw up in the fake plant I saw as the doors opened. We had three kids at the time– 3-year-old twin boys and a 7-month-old baby girl. HOW CRAZY CAN WE BE!? We are insane.”
‘I was okay with him having a daughter. NOT an ex. When I met her, she said ‘hi’ and walked away. Hi? That’s it? She hates me!’: Stepmom recalls jealousy, insecurity over husband’s ex-wife
“I was so nervous thinking, ‘I wonder where she’s sitting? Are they sitting on the same couch? Surely Sam would be in the chair across the room. Would they start talking and realize they wanted to be together? It’s been an hour, why hasn’t he texted me and told me every single thing they talked about? They’re definitely back together, in Vegas getting married.’ I was a total crazy person.”
‘Once again, my cousin was pregnant and expecting a boy. She was due 6 months after me. She was in a toxic relationship with a man hooked on drugs.’
“We found out she was pregnant with baby number 5. She had decided she just couldn’t parent the kids. My husband and I knew we couldn’t do two babies so close together. My son was only 11 months. Having three kids, two of whom had special needs, it just was too much on us.”
‘I had a possessed uterus. I’m not kidding. P-o-s-s-e-s-s-e-d. I’m sure the devil himself placed his creepy monster hands upon my womb and cursed me. Test after test showed nothing. NOTHING.’
“My husband gently tried to convince me everything would be alright. After six or seven ‘let’s just go’ statements, with me standing at the door, arms crossed, shaking my head in defiance, he finally lost it. ‘Will somebody just get this woman a tampon and a cracker?’”
‘We get crazy this time of year. Absolutely crazy. If you don’t believe me, just start watching people. Watch them cram their carts full. Watch them huff as they wait in line.’
“Buying presents, buying decorations, going to parties. Stressing about spending too much, about making everything magical. Maybe if we get that big bonus. Maybe then life would feel like it’s supposed to, like Candace Cameron Bure in all those Hallmark movies.”
‘I’ve learned my lesson today, NEVER drive in a hail storm! I covered my infant with my body to stop her from getting badly injured.’
“The hail blew out our windows. I could feel the hail like pins and needles on my back.”
‘I remember waking to my cellphone vibrating under my pillow. Completely unaware of how quickly one phone call was about to unravel my life. With my eyes still closed, ‘Hello?’ I answered.’: Woman meets her soulmate
“That phone call? It was his voice on the other line. We never saw him again.”
I am an EMT. We respond to patients who are anxious, suicidal. I often think to myself, ‘What if you were the psych patient?’ Well, I have been.
“I felt like I did not deserve to have a life nor the career I do to help people if I, myself, am ‘crazy.'”
‘Shh… Please stop always telling me to be quiet because you’ve had a hard day.’
“Constantly telling me to suppress my emotions makes me want to cry.”
