Now that Mother’s Day is over, I dread what comes next. Father’s Day is in just a few weeks. My husband passed away five years ago, and since then it has become the most hated day of the year for my children and me.
I told others that I wanted to be in a relationship, but deep down I didn’t really believe my own words. It was just lip service because I never imagined that a second chance at true love was possible.
There are several ways to be a “good friend” and a crap load of ways to be a “bad” one. I know you can all relate! I have seen friendships end over stupid arguments, miscommunication and Facebook.
Getting a match on a dating swipe site is not that difficult. Taking it to the next level is a completely different story.
My jovial and chatty doctor had the most serious look I’ve ever seen him have. I knew he wasn’t joking when he said those words.
When I met them, I had no idea how much I would need them. I am so grateful for these women and their families. Sometimes, I don’t believe that my daughters and I would have survived the hardest moments without them.
We can all impact each other, choose how we connect. Why not choose kindness?
When word got around that some of my son’s classmates were getting high, my slightly superior, self-righteous self had nothing to worry about.
I’m trying not to look at old pictures, trying not to cry too much and taking a stab at total happiness as they become adults.
The biggest change came from inside myself. I realized that I had been looking for a relationship to rescue me from my grief. Instead, I found my own interests and gained some independence.