You talked about how you planned to give me the biggest hug when we met and how you hated the title “stepmother,” and that you rather call me your “bonus mom.”
The kids cried too much. I yelled too much. They ate too many crackers and I drank too many cans of pop. No one ate any vegetables. I was impatient.
The only way you and those you love will even being to survive this lifestyle starts with appreciation, respect, and communication.
This is for the moms who make their own decisions and refuse to sneer at others for making different ones. Who leave room for others to parent however they wish.
You will lose all modesty.
She’s my best friend. No one understands me like this tiny little human does. It amazes me how much wisdom she can have at such a young age.
Taurus: The type of mom that lets her kids skip class when they want to sleep in, and sleeps in with them.
My blood is spraying everywhere…and I’m still high on acid.