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‘What’s it like raising a child in a split home? It’s something no one ever wants in life. It’s a whirlwind of emotions, no matter how long you’re away from your child.’: Bonus mom pens emotional, candid thoughts on splitting custody

“It’s giving them a kiss goodbye while they cling to your leg and tell you they love you. It’s ‘babying’ and ‘spoiling’ them because you have to cram their life into half the time. It’s listening to them breathe, thinking of how quickly they’re growing, and how every time they come back, they’re that much older. It will make or break you.”

‘I want my mom!!! I want my mom to come back!!!’ He was totally inconsolable. I’ve never felt more in tune with a person’s emotion.’: Daughter’s advice on getting through the holidays without your mother

“I was dropping my son off at daycare. When we arrived, there was another little boy who’d just been dropped off by his mom. He couldn’t have been more than 3 years old. And he was wailing. This child was genuinely distressed. He wanted his mom very, very badly. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt more in tune with another person’s emotion.”

‘Lemme tell you why I will never judge your parenting: I’m too damn busy.’: Mom’s candid reasons why ‘I don’t worry about your kids’

“I’m too busy letting my 6-year-old wear Cinderella underwear as a bathing suit. I’m too busy trying not to fight with my husband. I’m too busy wondering if that wet spot is from water, juice, or urine. I’m too busy apologizing to my kids for throwing away that ginormous popsicle stick art project they brought home from school. I’m too busy apologizing FOR my kids.”

‘He’s never kept secrets from me. Today, in the very back of that last closet, I found something I hadn’t expected.’: Woman works through jealousy of fiance’s past relationships, ‘Do I really want to do this?’

“Everywhere I turned, his ex’s belongings were in all the rooms. Pictures on Facebook showed memories made in what had now become my kitchen and my living room? Every time his ex’s mail came to the house, my body would run hot and cold at the same time. His daughter would start every new conversation with, ‘When she lived here, we did…’ It was eggshells for me.”

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