"I don’t know who this lady is... she waved at him and he made his way up to her. I thought their interaction would be the same as last time but I was wrong. "
"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"I don’t know who this lady is... she waved at him and he made his way up to her. I thought their interaction would be the same as last time but I was wrong. "
"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
A couple of years ago I realized I wasn’t as happy as I knew I should/could be. I mean, I was happy for my family, time with my husband and kids, our home, and the nuggets of great moments mingled here and there, but something wasn’t right.
Wow, maybe all of the social media accounts that I scroll through with envy really are just like me. Maybe the mom in heels doesn't actually wear heels every day. Maybe the couple who just celebrated twenty happy years of marriage also had a few downs to go with all those ups. Maybe the gentle parenting crunchy mom has also lost her ish a time or two with her children.
“During the game, they showed a shot of George and me laughing together, so people were upset," Ellen remarked. "They thought, 'Why is a gay Hollywood liberal sitting next to a conservative Republican president?'"
"This post is for the wife who is ready to bolt. The one who’s fed up and sick of feeling alone. I agree, it’s unfair that you are disregarded. I feel so strongly about it because I was once there."
