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My first delivery went great. If you could ignore the fact the room had five drs/nurses for me, 5 neonatal drs for my preemie baby and a wall and a half filled with med students watching. 2nd delivery was okayish. 3rd delivery pure hell. I threatened the dr, didn't want him touching me. Delivery would be great if it wasn't so messy. I don't like being wet or sticky or dirty. God bless the drs and nurses who have to deal with that mess down south of the belly button
1 year, 8 months ago on Birth. Not for Weak Sauce Sissy Boy-Men.
Evicted some nasty tenants. Out of revenge they hid a whole chicken in the ceiling tiles. Took four days, a gas man, sheriffs, strangers off the street till we managed to find it. Needless to say the rotting chicken smelled better then anything else those people left in the apartment.
1 year, 8 months ago on And Then I Found “It”
In my house my kids view the word "stupid" as a bad word. Im very stern when it comes to not saying anything that could be mean. Of course that doesnt mean we dont have our slip ups. Once upon a time I tried to have a swear jar for the Soon to be ex husband and me. But it was pointless. He never had money and what money that was put into the jar he just stole, the same as he did with our kids piggy bank money- he just took it. http://cantfixbroken.blogspot.com/
1 year, 8 months ago on Fifty Cents for a Swear
Lately the heroes in my life are the people who have offered me support during the past few months as I struggle to break free from an abusive marriage. Kind words, encouragement, just listening to me as I cry or vent. Without them I probably would have given up and gone back to my ex and surely would have died by his hands sooner or later.
1 year, 8 months ago on 26 Unsung Heroes You’ve Probably Never Heard About
You are not a crappy Dad. Find one parent who can honestly say they have never had times where they wish they could have space from their kids in one way or another. Anyone who says differently is a liar. I love my children and cant imagine not having them. There are days where I never want to let them go, but then there are days where I wish I could have a lil space. But right now, when my kids go to see their father and I am granted those hours of "alone" time all I can do is worry for my kids and miss them terriably. Im in the process of going thru divorce, trying to balance allowing my kids have their father in their lives, but keep them safe from his abuse. Its a tricky thing
1 year, 9 months ago on Crappy Dad
Everyone is beautiful. Its our spirits, our hearts, our kindness that radiates beauty.
1 year, 9 months ago on This is Beautiful You
It makes me feel so good knowing that there are people who care. Random acts of kindness give us hope. I recently managed to get away from my abusive husband. Finally coming forward with things. A random stranger came up to me and told me everything is going to be ok. She said she recognized the signs because she used to be in an abusive relationship. She gave me a hug and told me to not give up. I am so glad she had approached me. I was about to breakdown and go back to him, he wouldnt stop calling and texting me, demanding that I come home, begging and then threatening.
Kindness makes a difference.
1 year, 9 months ago on Because. People Really Are Good. Part III.
lol - I love reading these. I needed a laugh and it helped. Its crazy some of the things our kids will say at times.
1 year, 9 months ago on 24 More of the Creepiest Things Ever Said by Kids
Ive been looking for something to join up with, I love kayaking so Im trying to find others who do- its hard. Everyone is so antisocial around here, or refuse to let people "in" their already established groups lol. I have one evening a week where I dont work and my kids spend the night at their fathers so I am hoping to find something to do during that time.
1 year, 9 months ago on I Went Out to Find a Friend
Ive tried to make sure I am always their for my friends, but over time many move, lives change and after nearly a decade of an awful marriage I have found myself completly alone. My husband caged me in and never let me have a life. A few months ago I managed to get away from him. I am doing better but find myself so lonely. Unsure how to connect with new people. Im not into the bar scene- dont drink really, so cant meet people there. As for the grocery store when Ive tried to randomly start a conversation with people they look at me like Im crazy and leave. No one is looking for a new friend except me LOL.
On one hand Id like to fill out the form and hope for help. At this point in my life even a dollar would be of help. I just got out of a ten yr abusive relationship and am now a single mother of three, a mortgage and a roof that is ready to cave in. But I know there is someone out there who needs help more then I do. I know if I lost this house (which is a real possibility since I'm behind on payments) Id at least be able to crawl back home to my mother and beg for help for my children's sakes. I hope those who truly need your help are the ones to ask and are either blessed by you or others
1 year, 10 months ago on Belly-Up BROKE and Paying it Forward
I only skimmed thru a dozen or so comments and saw none from small breasted women. So here you go. It sucks. I come from a family of big breasts, as I entered puberty I figured it was what I would look forward to. Instead mine just fizzed out n barely bumped out from my body. I was so self conscience. This couldn't be it! Years went by and I kept hoping that they would finally grow and look like a boob is supposed to. I developed such insecurities and anxiety over it. I was shocked that the few times I went to drs for any childhood thing they never said anything about what was obviously a deformed chest to me. The torment I recieved from other kids was awful. Finally I had enough and purchased a bra which I didn't need for my non existent boobs that really r just a small fleshy bump with big areolas and big nipples. I stuffed that bra and felt better slightly. Needless to say I never gained self esteem. Eventually after high school I took the plunge and admitted it to a boyfriend and finally had intercourse. I had 3 kids. The husband accepts me and my fake boobs that I strap on. I have finally found out what's "wrong" with me- tubelur breasts and neither of my breasts fill an A cup- they barely formed. I'm shocked that none of my drs ever said anything to me when they saw my chest and feel like they failed me by not saying anything- obviously it's something! I'm in my late 20s now and the only person who I have talked to this about is my husband. I have tried on the smallest bras in stores and felt awful- there is nothing good about hving tiny boobs an especially nothing good about tiny deformed ones. I have not swam since I was 15 and probably never will wear sexy nice clothes. I can't afford the special surgery to fix my breasts and only can pray that my daughters will never have to go thru what I have. God what I give to feel like a real woman. Enjoy your boobs ladies, at least you can fill a bra.
2 years ago on Breasts: Is Bigger Better?