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I thought my parents would stay together until they died — you know, just like they promised in their vows.
In grade three a friend told me, "I can't sleep over because my parents say your mom and dad are drunks." That was the moment it hit me: my family isn't normal.
I’ve always felt different from other people. I didn’t always know why I was different, or what I did that made me different — I still don’t realize it sometimes.
There’s been such a huge loss. A large part of their soul was gutted when their family was ripped apart. It took me too long to truly understand the pain they had been through.
“You know, mom, blood is thicker than water.” The words were biting, hard to receive. The undertone of my son's comment was clear: "you should have prioritized me above your new husband."
How can a boy expect to fill Dad’s shoes when he leaves?
The American dream was lining up for us. We were living the life. But there was still this unhappiness, like a buzz in the background that never went away.
I became a very quiet child, no longer the happy kid I used to be. I wanted answers. “Why did my mom leave me?” was all I could think about.
Whole days can pass by without any heart-felt communication with my kids whatsoever.
Alone with my thoughts in solitary confinement, my worst fear was never seeing my daughter again. I didn’t want to be the father that my father was to me.
I was different from most girls I knew. I wanted to be a boy.
Our son Samuel was diagnosed with Trisomy 18 at twenty weeks gestation. We were told that this made him incompatible with life. We were given the option, but chose not to terminate.
Our New Year’s resolution for 2015 was to get pregnant. That might sound like a simple thing to some, but for us it was a huge and intimidating goal. It would take a miracle.
“Your baby has not developed further.” This can’t be. It must be a mix-up. When would I wake up from this nightmare?
All I wanted was to be a dad and to give my daughter the love and fatherly attention I never received from my own.
Sometimes my reality was working two jobs to make ends meet while I was raising my girls. I wasn’t sure I was going to make it, and my ex told me he didn’t think I would.
There are days when I have a pity party for myself, when I mourn because I can’t have just one normal day.
Three years ago, my husband breathed his last breath. Then began the most difficult journey I’ve ever experienced: life without him.
PTSD affects not only the person suffering from it, but the family as well.
Neglect and abandonment are huge issues, and can potentially lead to addictions.
We kick them out of the nest, but just when we think they can fly on their own, they fly home!
When it comes to honoring your dad on Father’s Day, choose something he loves and watch him literally beam with anticipation.
Here are 10 economical ways you, and even the kids, can tell Mom she is special — without having to go into debt and eating ramen noodles for the rest of the month.