“I knew this was bad, I felt like that same 15-year-old girl having to make the decision whether or not to let my mom live.”
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“I knew this was bad, I felt like that same 15-year-old girl having to make the decision whether or not to let my mom live.”
“I was scared to care for him in fear of acting on one of these thoughts. But I also had a hard time letting go of him for even 10 minutes to give myself a break.”
“That’s when she walked up. A darling little girl who wanted to play with Jude. My heart melted as he looked up and smiled at her. In that moment, she let out the wettest, most mucous-y sounding cough right in his face. I was horrified.”
“I couldn’t wait any longer so I drove myself to the hospital. They told me there was nothing they could do to stop this baby from coming today. Alex was set to leave for deployment in 17 days.”
“I don’t recall the specific tactics my molester used to ensure I wouldn’t talk. Only that they worked for years.”
“He says, ‘Is it okay if Michael and I distribute the money evenly between other homeless veterans we know?’ I asked, ‘You all are veterans?’”
“What I didn’t know was my daughter had died earlier that morning. After what I had thought was a normal day, a sonogram showed a black and white blob of static, unmoving, rather than the beating of her little heart. Grief has been called a journey, but journey’s imply an endpoint, a destination. Grief is more like an ocean; it’s being thrashed around by waves, trying to come up for air, in a world where you must learn how to swim.”
“I sat there in shock. My husband danced around the room, whooping and hollering with his hands in the air like Rocky Balboa. Before I could even share in his excitement, the door closed. He told us the road ahead would not be easy, and I could ‘reduce’ down to 1 or 2. That snapped me back to reality. I told him I absolutely DID need to keep all of them.”
“I prayed every night I’d find someone to love my daughters as their own. I just wanted them to have a daddy. Out of curiosity, I signed up for a dating site, but didn’t do much with it. The last day of my free trial, I found a picture of a man and a beautiful little boy. Something about talking to him just felt right. Like all the horrible things that happened to me had been wiped away. The hard times brought us together.”