divorce
Divorce isn't an end; it's a different beginning.
Heart Breaking June
6/21/16 A man can either make you feel on top of the world, like you are floating on cloud 9, or like you can't do anything that's worthy of their love. So low to the ground that even the car you're driving runs you over. Well, at least that has been my experience with them. Even from the very first to have entered my life at it's conception. Not one has ever made me to feel worthy of any love that they had to give. I wonder if that's why I never really accepted the love, if any at all was even given.
By Simone Boss8 years ago in Humans
Why Do Men Keep Giving Me Dogs?
This isn't my first rodeo, and by rodeo I mean divorce. I wish I could say I was like my Grandparents and I was still married to the same man, but we just got divorced and took breaks when we were pissed off at one another. But, no. I've been married and divorced before. What's different this time is we have children. What is the same is that both men bought me a dog a few months before asking for a divorce.
By Mandy Ever8 years ago in Humans
For Better or Worse
I was eighteen, pregnant, and nervous about telling my boyfriend that I was pregnant. I did not understand how having painful sex could result in a baby. But I knew from sex ed that just because the sex was painful and unenjoyable, that didn't necessarily mean I couldn't get pregnant. It didn't take long for my boyfriend to notice that I was unusually quiet. So after a little probing, I finally told him. He did not appear to be surprised. In fact, he seemed happy at the news, like he had planned it.
By She Writes8 years ago in Humans
My Marriage Is Over
Days before Thanksgiving my husband came to me and asked for a divorce. I was in shock, I cried, I begged, I cried some more and I begged some more for him to stay. For us to go to counseling, for us to work it out. I had no idea anything was that wrong in our marriage. We knew things needed to change, we had even talked about learning to be a couple again because we had forgotten how to communicate. We had spent so many years just focusing on being good parents we neglected one another. I knew that much, I knew that we didn't handle our conflicts well and I thought we were working that out. But, he was done. There was nothing I could do. This 10-year relationship I had with the father of my beautiful children was over.
By Mandy Ever8 years ago in Humans
Compersion
We were just kids back then. Me at nineteen and he was 20, I was four months pregnant but no one could tell in my tight fitting strapless wedding dress that cost a mere 200 dollars for at a local bridal store. The wedding was small and inexpensive. We paid for the wedding for the most part ourselves since neither sets of parents had money. The groom's mother paid for my dress and my parents paid for the flowers. We got married in his mother's church his side of the chapel was full and my side had some. We had a modest reception and a church my father had gone to growing up and we spent the night at a hotel that was lovingly paid for by his sister.
By Netta Jamieson8 years ago in Humans
Dear Mr. Half Smile
This is to you, the person I never really thought I’d be writing this to at 3 o’clock in the morning. It’s a regular Los Angeles morning in November. A little brisk, but lovely without the rain. Today, our oldest child asked me if I still loved you. I smiled at her, gave her a hug and said, “of course, I do. He gave me you.” Which was the truth but also lead to me sitting in my pajamas in that brisk cool air out on the patio, writing this, coffee in hand.
By An Ex-Wife8 years ago in Humans
Paint Color Can't Erase Me
Dear New Wife, I was shocked when you chose to move into my old home. I realize that you thought you won when I divorced my husband, but I didn't want to be married to someone who cheated on their wife, but that is your problem now. I mean, you cheat on men who have families and wives. He cheats on women who have had four children with him, so you are meant to be together. I don't know how you are able to trust another — but that is not my worry. I am still appalled that you moved into my home.
By Erin Misenar8 years ago in Humans
