You laugh together, you cry together, you pour another drink. You honor traditions you didn’t know meant anything, until the threat of never doing them again made you sick to your stomach.
“At first, I kept my mouth shut. How could I speak against my husband’s parents? Everyone loved them, and I would just be that annoying daughter-in-law that no one in the family would want to interact with.”
Wow, this guy is a good dad AND really funny!
Seven years. Yes, I waited for seven long years just to be with you again. I waited for seven painful years hoping that one day you’ll be here by my side. I’ve been waiting. I’ve been longing.
I am one thousand percent confident that I can raise a man to respect women, but I don’t know if I can raise a woman to respect herself.
My parents may not be my blood nor look anything like me, but they are my heart and soul. We share no genetic makeup, yet their strength, their values, and their unconditional love runs through my veins.
Date someone who doesn’t mind letting a little girl paint his nails or try to put his hair in pigtails.
“Read a book you remedial fucks.”
I believe divorce is not only about endings, but also new beginnings. Bad things fall apart, so better things can fall together.
“It’s not something that is easy to talk about with anyone because you love your children more than anything else is this world but sometimes one more word, one more cry, one more spilled glass of juice is enough to set your entire world ablaze.”