Hola, amor. How are you? I am fine. Our three kids are well. They grow more and more each day. Our oldest son looks just like you. Autism isn't stopping him. He learns more words day by day. Our beautiful daughter asks about you all the time. She's still a daddy's girl. Our baby boy is getting so big. I hate you missed his first words, first steps, and first birthday. I wish you were here to see it all.
This was a comment I responded to years ago and just found it:
From being labeled “entitled” to “technology obsessed,” “detached,” and “narcissistic,” you’ve probably heard quite a bit about millennials, especially recently. Millennials get a lot of flack, especially when it comes to very cardinal things about our nature. We have been touted as the generation without work ethic; the generation that wants everything given to them with little to no effort. We’ve been blamed for the destruction of industries such as Applebees and napkins. We’ve even been slandered for loving avocado toast too much!
"I'm going to take the car to the service today." Those were his exact words that morning. And she remembers them precisely. In fact, they keep ringing loud and clear in her head as her coworker drives right past her husband's car, parked in front of the hotel.
Relationships are never easy to begin with, but it's even harder when the person you are with is still married. Now, before thinking I'm the dirty mistress, hear me out. This is not the typical situation of the secretary sleeping with her married boss.
Love can be such a beautiful thing. An emotion that is so strong and passionate. An emotion that can have so many different feelings. But I am going to tell you the true meaning of love from my point.
Family can come in all shapes and sizes. In this case, it was in the form of a very short but incredible lady with size three shoes but a heart bigger than most, who found us by chance and showed us more love than most blood relatives ever could. Her death was by far the hardest loss I have had to go through in my eighteen years on this planet, but I will forever be grateful for the fact that I got sixteen precious years with her, and I was the lucky one who got to call her my Auntie Nora.
Your life is going to be a tough one. I wish that I could prepare you for it, but unfortunately, there is no real way to do that. You’re going to be a young one when your parents die, and you will live with your maternal grandmother from the time you are one year old until you are about ten years old. You will live there with her and your half-sister, who is 17 years older than you; you will have a few good times and even more terrible times, but you won’t even really remember most of your childhood once you get to be twenty two.
You'd think hating someone for so long wouldn't make you feel much watching them rot on their death bed. Seeing her mother lying in a hospital bed dying, weak and helpless from her own sickness should’ve only filled her with joy. Lena wanted to be just as heartless as her mother had been most of her life at this very moment. Maybe then, she would've been prepared to see her in this final state of damnation.
November 27, 1965. The day Catherine shed her maiden name and took the one of the love of her life. Before I get into the details, let's go back. Way back.
You've met the man of your dreams, who loves you, who is mature and supportive of everything you do (well almost everything). You're star struck and you can't believe how lucky you are. There's just one speed bump you have to get over, but it seems more like a mountain. He has a child from a previous relationship (you know the one he's iffy about opening up about), and the woman he was with is a true-life nightmare. Your love triangle includes a Baby Mama, and it's the worst.
Have you even just sat back and thought to yourself how in the hell did I get myself in this situation? Well that just happened to me. Now let me tell you how it all started. It started off like any other day getting dressed for work and getting my son ready for school. When I realized that it was my boyfriend's sister's birthday, I reminded him as a good girlfriend should. So we called and a normal conversation resumed between them and I continued to get ready for work. Next thing I knew I was asked if I wanted to accompany her to a lounge with her sister, and without hesitating I say, "Sure what time are we leaving?"