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Digital Death of a Marriage
I died today. Had the life sucked clean out of me once and for all. It was a bittersweet passing. On one hand I was screaming in agony for the life I was leaving behind. And on the other hand I couldn’t surge forward fast enough for the new path ahead of me.
J.C. RussePublished 2 years ago in FamiliesThe Taste of Summer
What is Summer? Is it merely a season of the year, is it camping in the woods exploring off the trails, or perhaps it is being huddled around a bonfire at the beach in the dark with friends and family.
Josiah FreemanPublished 2 years ago in FamiliesHow to Prepare?
There's a question that's been floating around in my head for the last three years. How do you prepare yourself to live without your parents?
Laura HorstPublished 2 years ago in FamiliesA Little Girl's First Love
It's Wednesday, and a man is twenty six years old. Early in the evening, he escorts his wife to the maternity ward of the hospital, eager for his first child. It's a girl, small and sickly, taken away to be cared for. It's easy to speculate, as a prospective parent, how one would act or feel around their child. It's easy to make plans on how to parent if you haven't become one.
ghostsandrebelsPublished 2 years ago in FamiliesChapter Two
Hello everyone thanks for riding this crazy path with me. Now here we go chapter 2 with ad much background as I have we are into when life actually seemed real. My mother is still married to the evil step father at this point. Her relationship has very little legs to stand on. I’m getting ready to end elementary school so much went on at school I was bullied. I was a bully. I also was very involved in sports and activities to be away from home. That’s all the info I have again my Brian has erased so much so we’ll fast forward. My mom is divorced again for the third time. We finally get to have a relationship. See my mother always had a habit of being very involved with whoever she was with and it felt as if it wasn’t about a partner she had or my brother I was forgotten. But my brother went to college out of town and now that she’s divorced it was my chance for attention and a loving relationship. All I ever wanted. Which did start to happen and she was going on dates and what not but nothing serious until I was about 14 that’s when he came. Martin they met on farmers only which you know better than the last from Christian mingle. But here he was and here I was left to be forgotten, again. This led to my rebellion. I started acting out and trying “new things” drugs and alcohol. They’d go on so many trips for weeks and I’d be left home to fend for myself. So I did what any other teenager that was left alone would do. PARTY I drowned myself in trying to be the cool one around others. I did it out of spite because I knew if I did these things it would force my mother to pay attention to me. I quite cheering, I quite sports, I did whatever I wanted I drove her car I had people over 24/7, I gave up. I started losing respect for my mom. I met amazing friends who became family and many still are with the few I’ve lost including on of my best friends Frankie I miss you man. Just to give him some light. Frankie and I were very close I lived with him for a while and loved him like the brother I always wanted. Sadly he was taken too soon by a fake Xanax bar that was 3x the lethal dose of fentanyl. There’s not a day that goes by I don’t think about you or your intoxicating smile and laugh. Now I only ever smoked bud no other drugs. But I would buy a lot of it for friends and take it to them. I wanted to be accepted during this age I only had friends older than me wether it was 2 years or 6. I had to grow up and mature extremely fast. I definitely was heavily into smoking and became very dependent I couldn’t get through a day without waking up and smoking all day long. Now this was a crazy period of time but it leads up to a very scary time in my life where I put myself into survival mode. I met who would become my most rewarding nightmare. The boy who had my mind wrapped around his finger. Who I allowed so many horrible events to happen that would take me from my family and loose myself. This next chapter is all about it. Hang tight this is where it gets real. If you have any questions or advice please leave comments.
BOBBI JAMESPublished 2 years ago in FamiliesWhy Do Grandpa Always Tell The Same Stories
“When I lived in Segovia...”, “When I was in America...”, “When I worked on the train...” This is how many older people begin to narrate pieces of their history, between nostalgia and hope to find someone to listen to them. But sometimes it's not easy, because history repeats itself over and over again and they end up always telling the same thing.
Nouman ul haqPublished 2 years ago in FamiliesSometimes a dad isn't the father
As far back as I can remember, my dad was dedicated and wanted the best for me. My mom used to tell me how he would wake me in the middle of the night to change my diapers so that I would stay dry. Throughout my life, his dedication remained steadfast. He always wanted me to be happy, he ensured I had morals and values, and he was always there. He told the greatest stories about his life. One of the greatest things he taught me was to live, not just exist.
Kimberly SosaPublished 2 years ago in FamiliesMy dad...the backstage manager.
I talk a lot about my mom. In addition to being my mentor, she is my sounding board, cheerleader, and friend. But... my father is my backstage manager.
Rose Loren Geer-RobbinsPublished 2 years ago in FamiliesThe Importance of Privacy For Children
Online and offline privacy As a woman in tech, I know how important privacy is because of my job. My day-to-day work revolves around data protection, access rights, and privacy settings.
The Relevance of Cognitive Behaviour Therapy for Curing Mental Illness
In the backdrop of a rising number of cases of psychological problems suffered by the people in the UK, cognitive behavioural therapy London turns very much relevant.
The Cockroach Story You Requested -I Deliver on My Promises
Okay, folks. You asked for it, and I am going to deliver it. Because you enjoyed the frog story and the snake story, I promised to tell you the cockroach story.
Joan GershmanPublished 2 years ago in FamiliesMy Night Out With My Dad
My dad was, and remains, my best friend and parent. In my teenage years, Dad would take me with him almost everywhere. We would get up around four in the morning to go beach fishing. He would take me on the country rounds of the horse racing circuit in Western Australia, and at a few of those country racetracks, they would sell tickets to young kids… me.
Karen EastlandPublished 2 years ago in Families