What hurt the most was that I had accepted them.
What hurt the most was that I had accepted them.
We have a lot less of these interactions as time goes on, but they still happen.
It’s a path I never expected to travel, but am glad I had the courage to walk it.
I’m not letting him sludge his way through life. My boy looks good. I make sure of it.
The best way I can describe days like this is that my hair hurts.
Frustrated and pleading, “Come on. You like Jeff Wiggle. Right? It’s a Jeff doll. Yay?” Nada.
All I want to do is spoil him, but I have to do what’s best for him.
I’m writing our life as a thriller in my brain, but it’s really more of a Disney Plus series.
Take a moment, think about your words, and then say what’s in your head. Or, even better, don’t.
We spent 20 minutes engrossed in this book he had ignored for years.
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