“Most of our social gatherings with my husband’s mother, sadly, result in stress and arguments. Our first married Christmas came. And it was awful.”
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“Most of our social gatherings with my husband’s mother, sadly, result in stress and arguments. Our first married Christmas came. And it was awful.”
“How did I ever think motherhood would be easy, magical, dreamy? My mind started racing with questions. I let myself wallow in self-pity for about 24 hours, and then I decided I would not give in.”
“Her biggest fear was that she would regret this decision for the rest of her life. We never heard from her again. 10 years later, we received a message.”
“I made a mistake. I almost didn’t know it. I nearly allowed it to be my story.”
“I woke up at 5 a.m. to get ready for the day and do some physical training. I felt like I had a chest cold coming on, but I ignored it. There was no pain, so I worked out, got home, took my shower. Next thing I know, I start to see light. I was drinking two 20oz cans of energy drinks a day.”
“I began to burn… like FREAKIN’ BURN. It felt like someone had basted me with bleach and LAVA was erupting into my baby maker oven.”
“I know I’m not supposed to say that, but I did. Both times.”
“Husbands, fathers, thrilled-to-be-childless-bachelor uncles, college-aged-home-on-break-menfolk, HEAR ME: this is a holiday for the enjoyment of all, and your participation is not just wanted, it’s required.”
“Little did I know that holding her for the first time could be my last, as I was diagnosed with postpartum HELLP syndrome and admitted to the ICU that night.”
“His sister was enjoying the freedom that came with being a hippie. He went to her home, in uniform. That day, she overdosed on drugs. When the ambulance came, she looked at him and said, ‘I wish you had been killed over there.’”