A new appointment means more paperwork, which I’ve grown accustomed to. Add an extra 15 minutes on the beginning of the appointment. Bring all the cards, and identification. Write down all the numbers in my agenda. It also means whispering, as I quickly look over my shoulder to make sure my son doesn’t hear, “Just
Shortly before my first marriage began to crumble, I started making my way out of the Mormon church. It was a slow, arduous process. I was quiet about it for months, even as I left my husband and our Bishop attempted to ex-communicate me for his infidelity. I was quiet about it as my parents
As my husband and I set up the Easter baskets for our kids, I realized that we had become the family that I usually cringe and snark about at Christmas. You know the one that takes shots of copious amounts of presents they have under their tree? Or the one who posts on social media
You should know that I have some of the very best friends in the entire world. The kind that offer to look after your kids for your anniversary, but actually sort of demand that they be allowed to babysit because they know you haven’t been on a date with your husband in over two years.
The lie that adoption would make all my dreams come true was the most laughable (now). It was said that if I gave my child away, I would be able to go forth into the world and become something more. Something more than a single mom, the kind who would do nothing with her life,