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I'm a 25 year old stay at home mom. I'm married to the love of my life, the guy I grew up with who lived down the street. He's my best friend and supporter.

I have a beautiful baby boy. He is my only child, and I'm learning how to be both a wife and a mom.

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Relationships & Family > Parents Is it acceptable for a parent to vent to their kids about the other parent?: 1 of 75
It is never acceptable for children to be brought into their parents' fights. Now, that isn't to say that it will never happen. Parents are human, and no one is perfect. All humans make mistakes. And there will be times when one parent will vent about the other to their kids. One major thing to remember is that kids are not ... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Love: 5 of 273
Take My Hand How different Would things have been Had you walked away? How different Would life have been If I hadn't let you stay? But you stayed (whisper) You stayed Moved into my heart Together forever Till Death do us part Chorus: So take my hand (whisper) We'll make it And hold me tight (whisper) We'll make it Be mine f... More..
Celebrations & Holidays > Wedding Budget Would you wear a pre-owned wedding gown?: 2 of 40
Would I wear a pre-owned wedding gown? Of course! And I did - I wore my mother's. There is nothing wrong with wearing a wedding gown that someone else had owned. I have friends who think it's a terrible idea; they believe that if the bride who owned the gown before had bad luck in her marriage, that bad luck will spread to w... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Depression: 51 of 694
Alone Into the blackness I stagger Stumbling, falling I can't find my way out No one hears My silent pleas I scream as the blade slices through my flesh Quieter than a cricket's chirp Blood flows, crimson and warm I don't feel any better Needles leave bloody pricks Candles swollen blisters No one notices Nor cares Wandering ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Without you: 27 of 246
Moonlit Garden Silver moonlight lights my path Starlight shines on my golden hair Night black as pitch Paints red roses deep purple Silver starlight shines in my eyes Fireflies dance like golden embers The black of night swallows my shadow Red shines my anger at your leaving, but the bruises on my soul stain it purple I foll... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Cats that have changed our lives: 12 of 80
I grew up with animals. There was never a time in my life that I did not have at least three cats and two dogs. Sometimes, when the barn still stood on my neighbor's property, my mom would start working with another lady and they'd rescue the ferals, get them fixed, and find them homes. Whenever that happened, we'd end up wi... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Troubled relationships: 3 of 19
What am I to you? Just a trophy, some kind of prize? You keep me hidden away, Keep me from the sun and air. Am I your doll? What is it with you? Do you think I like these chains? No matter how pretty or bright, Chains are chains. Do you think I can't see them? You speak of me to no one. Expect adoration from me. You want me ... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Inspirational: 24 of 62
Keep On Moving Somewhere in the distance A lone wolf howls Somewhere in the distance Another soul falls Chorus: Keep on moving Keep on moving on You can't stop now You don't wanna be the next one down Somewhere in the distance A city goes up in flames Dreams are shattered and hopes are slain (whisper)Somewhere in the distanc... More..
Parenting & Pregnancy > Toddlers Should you assign small chores to toddlers to build self-esteem?: 14 of 32
I believe it's a great idea to assign small chores to toddlers. My mother and grandmother did this with me, and I intend to do it with my son. When I was growing up, my parents bought me a toy broom, a little plastic toolkit, a little vacuum and lawn mower. I "swept" with my grandmother, "vacuumed", followed my grandfather a... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Creatures of the night: 30 of 55
Werewolf Cold. The dark earth is cold. These streets are cold. Wandering alone amongst your kind You hear me no more than You hear the fog. Silent as the stars above, I hunt, Searching for fresh lifesblood. You Humans deny my existence. But it wouldn't help you if you did believe. You wouldn't know what you were seeing. You ... More..