‘My husband is on the floor, eyes closed, moaning, ‘Syyydd. I can’t see.’ Is this a joke. He has a flu symptom that doesn’t even exist. Actually I can’t. I should leave. Where is this dude’s mom.’
Florida mom Meg George writes about how she discovered her daughter's life-threatening cashew allergy in the exact moment of her first reaction, which was severe and critical.
He doesn’t comment on my photos telling me how “gorgeous” or “hot” I am to him, and I don’t get the “I love you too, baby’s” whenever I post something admiring him.
We played phone tag for hours and then he texted me a text I hope no one ever has to receive from someone they love and miss: “Still not working. Phone’s going to die. If this goes through, I love you.”
He began with, “It’s like when you leave your flatiron out every single time when you go to work. I could get mad about having to put it up every day.”
"For the first time in my life thought, I want to just go to sleep and not wake up. I wanted to do anything that - so he’ll see... I wanted to hurt him or do something where he would be shocked."
"I loved her. But it was not enough, to not begin the affair with the other woman. It wasn’t enough, to not give my attention to the other woman when my wife was longing for attention from me."
