It was Christmas Eve morning. Chris was going to spend Christmas with Mr. and Mrs. Kelton. Mr. Kelton was technically Officer Kelton or just Paul. Everyone had a take on it because two years ago Chris’ father was shot dead by an officer, a white officer. His mother was still alive, but she became a heavy drinker and didn’t talk to Chris much or hardly at all anymore. The Keltons reached out to him and he’s been like family to them ever since.
Marriage Made From Heaven -In-Laws from Hell...
From the time I was a kid, I would constantly be dealing with my dad being very critical of everything I did. I realized after I moved out and started my own life and cut my dad out that he was trying to help. But at the same time, he was trying to control me. We eventually had a sit down, heart-to-heart conversation about how we were both wrong and have worked toward a great relationship where we talk constantly and I go to him for advice.
It seems to be fashionable nowadays to dread Christmas. Often I read amusing articles with tales of nightmare families and a stressful time shopping and cooking for the big event. This is so far removed from my own experiences, that this article is for me an antidote to Christmas dread.
As a young girl I loved the idea of being a mother and I still do. I worked at a store and this man would come in almost every morning I was working and would have to go through my line, he wouldn’t go through anyone else’s but mine. He was divorced with 2 boys. I fell head over heels in love with him and I still am. Going on being together for 7 years and married for a little over a year. Coparenting with his ex at first was awful, but it eventually got better for us. If my husband's children would ask for something for their mother he, being the awesome father he is, would always get it for them to give her. I’m not going to lie when I say it made me a little upset and jealous that he would do this for his ex wife who betrayed him in their marriage. It would honestly hurt me because it always seemed he was going out of his way just for her. On the other hand if he didn’t get her what they asked for her to have, they would tell her and that always ended up with him getting either a text or phone call. That to me was a tad bit petty of her because it honestly wasn’t his place to make sure she had a present of some kind for a holiday, that should have been left up to her new husband. That’s when I started making sure the children had a present for their mother for the holidays. It may seem petty to most but being the first serious relationship since my husband's divorce I took it as making sure she wasn’t getting the wrong sign from him.
Published 2 years ago
Ever wonder what life after a baby with your hubby will be like? Well let me tell you.
I'm tired, and not like the normal tired. The tired of being a mom, tired of being a student, tired of being a wife, tired of being tired. I'm busy, like always, if I'm not taking care of kids, getting my husband set up for the day or doing schoolwork, then I'm doing laundry or cooking or doing something. When does it end? When do I get appreciated? Don't get me wrong I love my kids and my husband but why am I everyone's slave? My husband and I have been together a little over 3 years and we came to the marriage with 3 children (2 girls from his previous and 1 boy from my previous) we then added one more boy. All our children are under 8 years old and though we have 3 of them part-time, I'm a full time mom. Oh, side note, we also live with my in-laws, yes they’re great but that’s 2 more mouths that I’m responsible for feeding. That’s 2 more people I need to make sure have dinner plans before I just decide I don’t want to cook for.
Families are complicated.
Everyone has a story. Our minds sometimes forget chunks of those stories that belong to us. Sometimes we can’t stop our brains from protecting us. I’ve always thought that if no-one is around to protect us, our brain kicks into survival mode; just long enough to make us simply forget. That’s why I became a writer. I’d like to say that I write down every single thing that has happened to me but that’s unrealistic. Becoming a writer has let me remember the things that have attempted to drag me down.
Step-mothers have been made out to be villains throughout fiction. They are the people that we love to hate in every Disney movie that we watched growing up. Snow White and Cinderella are the most notable of these films with the Evil Queen in Snow White and the Lady Tremaine (wicked step-mother) in Cinderella.
Okay, let me state first that the following story was quite true so I changed some names around. Though I have to admit I'm better remembering details than names, so I should be covered. This was Thanksgiving 2001. It ended up being the last one I'd spend at my grandmother's house, as she would pass on that next April. As usual, there was a lot of family present.