It’s hard for me to admit that maybe I haven’t always been the kind of mom I’ve wanted to be. So, here is what I know, with every fiber of my being, I know my son knows how much I love him. I know I’ve done my best and I know he knows that, too.
I’m 32, I’m single (again), and since I’m okay with that, I would really appreciate everyone else being okay with it, too.
For every view, we become a little more numb to hatred and violence. Every view lets out a little more intolerance. We don’t have space for anymore!