Perhaps the provider quality is attractive for both a husband and a father, but you’d guess that someone who references “birthing hips” ain’t especially looking for a wife.
You were a good actress, pretending to be burnt by the heat of the tea. You still are a great actress, pretending you don’t feel tired. You carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. You told me that the weight you carry was carried by your mother, and her mother before her.
You can get wasted and wallow in the pain of your hangover the next day without caring for anyone other than yourself.
When your mother has always been sick, it means you get to know hospital corridors like they are high school hallways. You walk on autopilot through pristine white buildings and don’t even think twice. It means this feels normal. It means this is routine
I pray to God that I can hear you when you are crying in your room silently – whether it is some boy (or girl) who broke your heart, you failed your test, or you are just having a bad day.
No one ever walks away from love, knowing they can never go back.
We’re not able to confirm that your child has had their basic needs met all week, let alone every day. Sorry.
Real parents on what it takes to get the peace and quiet they crave.
“Be careful who you give your heart away to because it can only take so much before it won’t love the way it should anymore.”
“I know it’s not true,” you say, “but sometimes I think no one really loves anybody.”