In my head, I was forever 21 and reaching middle age just didn’t seem to fit with my persona.
I refuse to leave him sitting in the living room.
Getting hurt is easy, not letting it change who you are isn’t.
In that hospital bed, the question of whether I would do anything for my kids was real.
We’re not supposed to talk about these moments. We’re supposed to pretend they don’t happen and hide them behind our shiny social media accounts.
No one has to validate your happiness. You just have to feel it.
I thought about what it would be like to go back and tell myself in 2011 all that was about to happen.
The most amazing thing is how easily it all could have never happened had I just brushed her reply aside like an arrogant grown-up.
You don’t need to spend money to make them happen. You don’t even have to leave your house.
To a person with children, that sentence can actually be pretty terrifying.