Me in my twenties: I do not want kids.
Other people: You MUST have kids! They are the best thing to ever happen to you! You don’t know love until you have a kid! Your life is meaningless without them!
Me in my thirties: I think I may want a kid.
Other people now: Don’t do it.
Accept that it didn't work out. Accept that you two are incompatible. Accept that they weren't equipped to treat you the way you deserved to be treated. Accept that they're just.. not the one for you. Accept it and let go of the anger/ resentment. It's hurting you more than them.
Hear me out… The Jonas Brothers start playing chords to Gotta Find You… then all of a sudden there’s a pause and smoke covers the stage. Suddenly you hear Demi’s voice “I’ve always been the kind of girl that hid my face.” Another pause. The smoke clears and Nick and Kevin both
I’m literally a red headed milf with blue eyes, a fat ass, and I’m hot and funny as fuck. There’s nothing you could ever say to me that would hit my ego
You can’t go to work, to the MALL, to the grocery store, to your church, to the movies or the bank.
You can’t attend a concert, go to a dance class or go to see your doctor. You can’t ring a doorbell, use a leaf blower, hop in a car, pull down a driveway, bounce a ball, or ask the neighbor to keep it down.
You can’t check out a farmer’s market or mail something at the post office or go to a parade, and you certainly can’t send your kids to school without worrying that someone will get shot.
That someone you LOVE will get shot.
Or that YOU will get shot.
This is where we are now.
This is not normal.
And this is not fucking ok.
It’s NOT fucking ok.
everyone i know is going THROUGH it right now. everything feels really heavy.
but the sun is coming back out and staying bright longer. things will be better soon, i promise