Faithit

It’s not that I necessary look old. I don’t even recognize myself anymore. I look tired. I look rushed. I look like I’ve let myself go. Mom tells the realities of caring for others with special needs.

Why is parenting at the end of summer soooo hard?

Rather than responding with the typical “wrong number” dialogue, Roger made things a bit more interesting—and Twitter can NOT get enough of it.

He asked her just one question every single morning. Two weeks later, he asked the same question, and her eyes welled up with tears...

"I completely lost it. I started bawling my eyes out."

"The nearer Kim and I approached the decision to marry, the more I was filled with a paralyzing fear. Was I ready? Was I making the right choice? Was Kim the right person to marry? Would she make me happy? Then, one fateful night..."

"I looked back to the bed. Still empty. And then it happened. I fell to my knees, and then to my back. It came from up from my gut. I could almost physically feel it moving to the top of my abdomen, to my chest, into my neck and then my head. I cannot describe the pain."

My hand shook as I picked up the flimsy disposable razor. I held it over my skin, trying to build up the courage to make the deep cut.