I feel like I am suffocating under your overwhelming sense of self righteousness.

Please keep in mind that I am caring for your children.
I wash behind their ears, kiss their little toes, and have night time rock sessions in our jammies.

Money goes quickly when you have little mouths to feed. I try to do the best I can and save by using cloth diapers, making my own baby food, and cutting out all the unnecessary things in life. But the $200 you gave me two months ago didn't go very far.

When you told me you were at Best Buy installing a new stereo in your truck, I was instantly brought to tears. Not because you weren't giving me money. Because I can finally see how you have prioritized your children. I tried to make excuses for you for so long! Saying that you needed to spend a little on yourself every once in a while because you work so hard.

Love is blind. More Here...

I think many adults have forgotten the children's stories they heard years ago.

This Cracked Article complains that new movies are remaking classics, such as Hansel and Gretyl, in a "new gritty" format. I strongly suspect this guy either never heard the story of Hansel and Gretyl or has forgotten everything about it except that it's a "children's story."

To recap: Hansel and Gretyl were siblings in a very poor family, when one day the stepmother says, "Husband, let's lead your children out to the woods and abandon them there to starve or, more likely, to be eaten by the same wolf that ate Red Riding Hood's G-ma." And he says, "Ok." More Here...

It was 1968. I was excitedly looking forward to the life ahead of me. I had just graduated high school and was starting my first job at a local bank. I had high hopes for the future and couldn't wait to start my life as an adult.  

I didn't worry about missing that first period; I was usually regular but I just put it down to all the changes I was going through. Then I missed another period and I knew my life had now taken a very unexpected turn. I was pregnant. I was only 17 and I was scared, lonely and depressed. I had nobody to talk to, no one I could I could trust or turn to for help. The baby's father was history, my parents would be devastated and my plans for the future were at an end.  

So, I hid the pregnancy from everyone. I started eating massive amounts of food so my parents would not question my weight gain. I bought loose clothes and a rubber girdle to hold my stomach in. I held my secret close and went through the first eight months alone, with no one to share the wonder I felt when the baby kicked for the first time or to listen to my fears of what would happen to my child and me.  

Finally, the day came when I could no longer keep my pregnancy secret, I knew that the baby was going to be born in less than a month and I had to tell my parents. They took the news hard but for the first time, they actually spoke to me like an adult. The question was what do to next?

My father, an abusive recovering alcoholic, wanted me to keep the baby and raise it at home. My mother, who worried about the embarrassment of having an unwed daughter and child living in her home, wanted me to give the baby up for adoption. More Here...

There are many stories out there about parents and how they handled the news that their child was gay.  This is my story.

Twelve years ago, I met my significant other, Danny, and fell in love.  Now, I was fifty years old at the time with my years of child-raising finally behind me, or so I thought.  Danny was raising his two children, from a previous marriage, so if I was to get involved with him, I also had to involve myself with the raising of his children.  Believe me, taking on the responsibility of a 13 year old daughter and a 14 year old son was daunting, but I was determined to make us a family unit.  

It wasn't easy.  Both kids had issues stemming from their mother abandoning them; jealousy issues from me being in Danny's life; and the normal angst of being teenagers.  They tested me constantly and tried my patience, especially during the first couple of years Danny and I were together.  But, I fell in love with them just as much as if they were my own.

When our son was 17, I first started finding small signs that he was struggling with the fact that he was gay.  More Here...