For the better part of the past few years I have made a choice to choose happiness and to be a kinder more loving person.
In our living room, wearing slippers. Fuzzy leopard slippers no less.
Being a mom of a child who plays sports, is much more than practices, games, snacks and dirty uniforms.
Some of us are raised with such convoluted ideals of what is expected and acceptable in relationships.
In the shower this morning, I found myself thinking about the same three women I am always intrigued by: Marilyn Monroe, Mae West and Elizabeth Taylor.
Sometimes I’m genuinely intrigued by people who perceive me as defenseless or even a pushover.
So many people are stuck in this “show” life. They are always “on”, they always have it figured out and they are always “fine.”
What would you do or say if I called you right now and said your child told my child to kill themself today?
Would it surprise you to find out that you put up with more than you have to, simply because the ex says you do?
Do you ever feel as if you do not have a place, a place of origin, a true place to call home, an explanation to the whys and who’s of what made the person you have become?
Have you ever awoke from a dream that was so intense and real that your heart breaks as you open your eyes?
Love your stepchildren/stepparents as best as you can, if you have to fake it at first, do that. If it’s not there, respect them.
Homeless doesn’t mean worthless, it doesn’t mean hopeless and it surely does not mean unlovable.