“I am grateful he left his clothes on the floor that day. I saw him in a whole new light. It just took me a while to see it.”
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“I am grateful he left his clothes on the floor that day. I saw him in a whole new light. It just took me a while to see it.”
“When I moved two years ago, I didn’t know a soul. After 9 years in Chicago raising babies, I was terrified to start all over again, leaving behind an amazing mom tribe I’d formed. Starting from scratch in a new city is like dating. But during my first year in San Antonio, I met Amy at a PTA meeting.”
“My mother is a strong woman who NEVER complains about pain. Yet, there she was, writhing. Our doctor pulled up her records and angrily listed off her history of meds out loud. ‘Why did you take these?!’ He interrogated her. He wouldn’t give her an IV drip or her blood pressure meds. Her body was never physically checked. Instead, he tried to ‘out’ her as a drug abuser in front of her family!”
“My husband was active-duty military when we felt the calling to foster. ‘You’re so strong little man.’ All we could hear was a shallow cry from his tiny mouth. ‘Please, God, let him live.’ We never left his side.”
“He just kept looking through the windshield and kept driving like it wasn’t exactly what he was doing! I was hiding in our basement when they came into the church”
“This started long before ‘wine mom culture’. Earlier that morning, I was running errands alone. I pulled into a grocery store without thinking. That’s all it took. Horrified, my husband said, ‘You’ve got to stop. Emily, you need help.’ He breathalyzed me daily while taking away all access to money. I was greeted by judgmental preschool moms. These were the same women who cooked dinners every week for my husband and kids while I was gone.”
“I jumped up. My first instinct was to get angry and ask him to please not touch me. Then I noticed something. The man was crying. ‘Do you know where my wife is? I’ve been looking for her.’ He was now shaking and crying softly. I was thinking maybe he lost her in the aisles. Hasn’t everyone lost someone this way? I was wrong.”
“There were several times this week my mom said something about death, dying, a funeral, or a body. One time, she actually said, ‘He’s just going to throw my body in the water.’ Does she know something?”
“My 16-year-old daughter pointed to each of us. She put out her hand, palm up. No lie, I was confused. Why did she have her hand out? Did she want a high-five? Was she looking for money? There had to be something wrong. She placed them on the table, screen down, and then made eye contact with us. I mean, ACTUAL eye contact. I stared at her, hanging onto every-single-word.”
“I was 95 pounds soaking wet and my face was all picked apart when I got a phone call from my mom, tricking me into coming home. I knew something was up, but I was so tired and ready to surrender – I went willingly. When I got there, it was like an intervention. ‘I’m begging you, please stay the night.’ I had no choice. I finally understood.”