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In creating this site I have a bunch of hopes. My biggest hope is that I'm able to create a community that anyone can come to and say what they want or need to say and know they're not alone. Even I myself am in need of a listening ear (in this case reading eye) once in a blue moon! Can't wait to see where this takes us!
I'm a mom to a 9 week old baby boy! And let me tell you, my life is in a whirl wind of chaos right now lol! Did I mention my little boy has 3 older sisters? My house is full. Not just of kiddos but of love, happiness, chaos, and did I mention the attitude? I may have had 3 kids before my son, but it all feels new. It's like no matter how many kiddos you have, you start all over the moment those lines turn up on that test. My sons so different from my girls too so that's not helping. He's 9 weeks old today, crazy it's been so long, it feels like yesterday he was born. I made a choice after having him to not have anymore. Although it is the right choice for me and my family, I'm struggling a little extra with the fact all his firsts will be my lasts. I keep wondering if one day when I'm old and gray if I'll forget these moments. That thought breaks my momma heart. Having a newborn no matter how many times you've had one gives you alllll the same anxieties. Is it me or do they get more intense the more you get? I had PPD with all my kids. With him though I haven't really. I've been very adamant to pay attention to the signs. Being a mom is hard, but in my opinion, it was harder before I became a momma. My kids give me reasons daily to wake up, they give me reasons to keep trying to change myself for the better. I've always been strong willed but not momma strong. Before kids I really didn't care about life where I'd go or where I'd be. But the moment that test showed positive my whole life changed. Not saying I've been a perfect mother. Because far from it. I've made mistakes, I've not been the best I could be, I've learned by trial and error for sure. But I have and always will be there for my babies. Do I wish I could go back and change my mistakes, 100%. Do I wish I could undo some of the decisions I made ABSOLUTELY. But I can't, and all I can do is continue to do better and be better. Keep looking forwards and not backwards.feel free to leave a comment telling your story, leave a vent about your day, or even about your past. We also love poetry here! Anything and All is welcome and there is no judgement here! Thank you for listening to my vent. ❤️
Recently I went back to work, I love my job. Not the money maker you'd think since I just said I love my job, but I do. I work with great people we have some pretty amazing customers. I love that my job works with my home life, that I'm able to be a mom and work too. I am currently on my nightshift and I have followed that white rabbit that pops up. Damn that Alice, am I right? I've been through a bunch of crud in my life and I don't talk about it much. But, tonight I'm going to because like the past has a tendency to do, it's popped up in my head. My family and I recently bought our first home. And so we're in a new place until our land is ready to move. So like a responsible momma I checked the sex offender list and thankfully no one in our back yard! Well I just ended up going over the ones that were in our county and the counties were so close to. Then I was wondering if my monster from my past was registered. So I looked it up. And I'll be, he was. Still burns my blood knowing he only spent 10 DAYS in jail. All because he took a plea. 10 freaking days after what he did to me. And I, 15 years freaking later, am still in partial prison. Don't get me wrong I have grown and I have delt with it. But damnit the he'll I've gone through just to heal. And no matter what I do I'm not completely healed. I still run into the scum bag which takes my breath away every time and makes my hands tremble no matter how strong I am, he still bothers me. I still get flash backs, I still have panic attacks with certain smells, feelings, the way someone touches me. I won't lie, for a few years because of everything I've been through, I lost myself. I drank to handle my pain. And tequila and I got real close, she sure made me feel, well numb. I got to feel numb. The best part was I wasn't feeling. So I thought. But I'm nearly a year sober, and have realized, that bottle didn't help nothing. It amplified my pain and my anger and it caused me to hurt those who loved me, and those who hadn't hurt me. But luckily, I got my shit together and I don't ever plan on looking back. But tonight is a night that causes me to struggle because I followed that white rabbit... but luckily, I'm sober and instead of blowing up and having to wake up to chaos and consequences, I'm here. Writing, sharing my thoughts with anyone willing to read.
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