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Sometimes a good divorce is better than a bad marriage.

Childhood Trauma - Divorce
I have found our childhood is where most of our adult problems stem from. The continuous cycles we play a part of and the baggage we carry is from unresolved Childhood Trauma. Even our body can be broken down over time, our cells and subconscious mind storing energy of hurt, abandonment, broken trust, and heartbreak in our bodies. That backache you’ve always had, that blood pressure problem, or that wrist pain that comes and goes but never quite goes away, can all stem from unresolved trauma. So let’s talk about it.
By Rachel Bullard5 years ago in Families
LIFE AFTER DIVORCE
LIFE AFTER DIVORCE Divorce is the death of a marriage. Whether it is for one’s safety or sanity, there are situations in which it is necessary. Divorce is one of the most challenging experiences a couple can go through. It follows the same grief process as experiencing the death of a cherished loved one. Grief is not limited to the loss of relationships. You may also grieve the loss of a job, your health, a treasured possession, or anything you value. There are five stages of grief: (1) denial, (2) anger, (3) bargaining, (4) depression, and (5) acceptance.
By Stephanie Stratford5 years ago in Families
Nobody Told Me It Would Be This Hard
Every parent at one time or another has thought or said “nobody told me it would be this hard”. I think of myself as a logical, and at the risk of sounding pretentious, intelligent person. I knew the moment my son was born that it wasn’t always going to be easy being a mom. I was lucky though. He was born healthy, developed normally and somehow I managed to raise a polite, sweet, caring and beautiful little boy for 6 years.
By Jessica Nicole5 years ago in Families
You Don't Have to Have Anything
“So, how are you feeling lately?” the doctor asked and, for the first time in her life, Maria answered that question honestly. When she felt the familiar tears starting in the corners of her eyes, she didn’t blink them away but let them fall. Then, shakily, she told the doctor everything.
By Niha S5 years ago in Families
Finally... a Win
I knew it was a gamble when I stepped to the window. Just like all my other gambles, none of which worked out. Not one business, not one scheme, nothing. All I wanted, all I ever wanted was to be able to treat my girls like they should be treated. My beautiful wife, and the smaller version of her that calls me Dad. They need this even more than I do.
By Jay Marentay5 years ago in Families
A Beeautiful Legacy
By every considerable societal measure, the Jefferson family had it all, the perfect life. They truly were the picture-perfect image of the upper-middle class family, living in a small suburban town with all the luxuries and conveniences one could wish for. They lived in a beautiful million-dollar home. He drove a Tesla. She drove a Lexus. The lawn was perfectly manicured and the whole family was always dressed in the latest of fashion. However, as we all know, while pictures may be worth a thousand words, a book shouldn’t be judged by its cover. Unfortunately, today’s society is under the impression that humans are pictures rather than a collection of books, each 365 days long and growing by day. The Jefferson’s family had attained a collection of 15 of those books and while they may appear to be filled with fairy tales to someone looking in, most were filled with pages of pain, suffering, heartbreak, betrayal, resentment and some even with hate. That’s not to say that there weren’t chapters of joy, happiness, and love. Mrs. Jefferson could be quoted saying; “Life’s like a roller coaster, sometimes you feel like you’re on top of the world, other times you feel like you’re going to throw up. However, the ride doesn’t stop, it doesn’t wait for anyone, it just keeps going. So, when you feel like you’ve hit rock bottom, remember it’s about to go up.” She was an optimist like that.
By Bozana Murray5 years ago in Families
My best friend and I are separating.
It was after midnight, two days before my birthday, and I was cradling our almost-one year old in bed when it felt like my world imploded. That day, I was exhausted but decided to push through it so that my husband and I could watch a movie that evening after the kids went to bed. It was our usual horror movie chance pick and it ended up being pretty good. As the movie ended, our baby began to stir so I decided to rock him back to sleep in our room. I was happy that we had made time for each other. Earlier that day, my husband and I had gotten into a minor argument. He was growing more distant and I decided to approach him with how I was feeling because I couldn’t ignore it any longer. Ultimately, he said he wasn’t doing it intentionally and was just trying to have some space to get through his emotions. I understood. The year was hard for both of us. On top of covid and the quarantine, we both lost a parent at the beginning of the year so naturally we would be distant and in our feelings right? Fast forward to after the movie, I was cradling our son when he quietly came in the room and sat at the edge of the bed. I knew something was wrong so I waited for him to begin speaking. That’s when he opened up with those dreaded words, the words that still sting months later.
By Nicole K5 years ago in Families
The Dissolution
We sat down with the death certificates, our phones, the stack of mail, and their last notebooks. Late afternoon in the living room- if our parents had been there we would’ve had a round of various gin drinks, Dad briefly raising his eyes from his screen volunteering to shake. What he meant was that we’d fuck up his drink, otherwise. Gratefully however one whiskey neat and a beer were at hand; we were cheaply rewarded for shepherding to the door the few straggling visitors and abandoning the plattered remains of puckering hand sandwiches and curling celery sticks.
By Golly Doyle5 years ago in Families
To My Wife's Future Husband
Dear Sir, I am writing you today so that I might help you in your future life with a woman whom I have loved deeper than anything I have ever experienced before in my life. My trials, my mistakes, her mistakes, our choices, good and bad, have given me a unique perspective that might help you be everything to her that she deserves.
By Bryan Johnson5 years ago in Families
The Chimney
It was a cold drizzle — stark gray skies undulating with silver, white and pewter clouds. The wet seeped through the skin, through the bones, and reminded one of how dismal a day could be, how life could be, at times. Dark and cold and soul permeating.
By Catherine Brooks5 years ago in Families
Suicide Gone Wrong
Realizing the local police were not going to do anything about the child pornography I had turned in, I next turned to the Department of Internal Affairs at the sheriff's office. I explained to them what I had found and that my ex was claiming I set him up, but that I didn't set him up, and I was genuinely concerned for my children's safety.
By Adrienne Huggins5 years ago in Families
A Mother-Daughter Bond
Plink, plink, plink. The silence in the room is cut by the constantly drip of water from the ceiling. If I listen close enough, I can match the rhythm of my breathing to the sound. The water, like everything in this house, is a result of neglect.
By Madison Bishop5 years ago in Families