It was as if everything we have ever loved, hated, or known was taken away.
It’s not the same. It isn’t real.
I don’t let them turn me into the same people who hurt me. I never will.
People like that love company.
Sometimes my posts betray me. I snitch on myself, as the kids say.
Your kid is watching. You can’t scream. You can’t yell. You can’t say all the bad things you’re dying to say.
I can’t just lay in bed all day. I have kids and responsibilities. Even if I didn’t, I still can’t stay in bed all day.
You don’t know what’s missing because you don’t even realize a piece should be there.
Whatever your situation is, no matter how universal it might feel, know that it’s different for almost everyone.
I know we’re not supposed to mention those things. It makes us uncomfortable, but we’re all adults here.