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Reason to fight for her son’s honor and finding out the truth that she wouldn’t be taking what you have to the cops? To the press? So tell me. Could you (and don’t blame me if you don’t like how the show is fitting) say the same exact word by word to his mother? #itsaduck
Would anyone of those conspirators who have said horrible things about Erika Kirk murdering her husband and I’m especially calling out #candaceowens for all the horrible things she has said…would you say it to Charlie Kirk’s mother? Would you accuse a mother of not caring? 1/3
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Your basis of evidence is Erika just going with the actual evidence of his actual murder exactly as the evidence proves it to be and wanting to be done with this trial. A horrible horrible thing happened. And not just her world exploded. You really think if a mother had any..
when i feel unheard, i just stop speaking. it's not the healthiest trait but i rather reserve my energy for conversations with people who actively listen to me
Like E.V.E.R.Y single American should be disgusted at what our country has turned into. If anyone for one second thinks America is even a tiny bit better, maybe you should try to actually come back to America instead of trumps ass.
Trumplicans are good at 1 thing and 1 thing only. Gas lighting. To try and call out the rage of hearing the disrespecting words of such a beautiful First Lady and trying to say “we must not support transgendered women” is more gas lighting than my exhusband could ever make up.
But then our man always stops what we specifically asked for and us women become searching for their love languages and looking for the little things that means he’s still thinking of us even if it’s not our love language. So every once in a while we need reassurance
You know why women need constant verification that we are still loved? Because our love language is hardly ever met. And we tell our man more than once what our love language is, and maybe he follows it once or twice so we do know to a degree we are loved…
I think it’s sad that as a society we have allowed ourselves to be more concerned with the single mother grocery shopping who happens to have her hair and nails done and making sure she better not be using our $15/year towards government assistance to feed her children.
Oh well. Let it hurt. Then let it go. One day I’ll have someone who doesn’t let me feel like this. Breathe and let it go. It’s all going to be okay. It’s always going to be okay.
@MattWalshBlog Are we just going to forget the fact that there was a whole time in history where black people were killed for drinking from the wrong drinking fountain, sitting in the wrong seat or going through the wrong door in any building they went into? It’s not isolated to just one race.
After going through 2 years of my depression being so high that I myself to neglect my home in a way that it looked like a hoarder house, it drills so good to lay in bed in a clean apartment far from that place mentally and physically. I doing ever want to go back.
Sometimes I lay here thinking about this fresh relationship I’m starting and it’s hard to ignore the past demons. Of not being good enough, or being used or just not caring enough to show me that I’m worth it. I’m waiting for my person to see that I am worth the effort. I hope.
Every big decision has two paths. Both paths are hard. You have to choose which hard is worth it. Most of the time it’s the one that gets you out of your comfort zone that ends up being worth it.
Sometimes I’m okay being alone. I like my apartment. I like seeing myself be accomplished. And at the same time I want to have that companionship again. The cuddles, the kisses, the intimacy, the pure connection of real love. Feeling safe again. I yearn for it.
Me shopping. A stranger minding their own business shopping just like I am, comes in my lane. Me instantly annoyed that they have obviously come to ruin my day.