u/ThrowRAfarmer
I don't know if it's the postpartum hormones or not, but I had my third son 3 weeks ago and have been thinking about my post from years ago and the people who replied. You validated my feelings and even shared your own traumas to lighten my load. I just wanted to share my story with you guys.
That night, I left to stay at my aunt’s place. A few days later, my mother came to see me. For the first time, she wasn’t evasive. She looked at me fully, spoke honestly, and sai
I don't know if it's the postpartum hormones or not, but I had my third son 3 weeks ago and have been thinking about my post from years ago and the people who replied. You validated my feelings and even shared your own traumas to lighten my load. I just wanted to share my story with you guys.
That night, I left to stay at my aunt’s place. A few days later, my mother came to see me. For the first time, she wasn’t evasive. She looked at me fully, spoke honestly, and
My story is a bit long and I apoligize for the upcoming wall of text. She and my father were high school sweethearts who got pregnant at very early age of 17 and had me a month of their prom and we lived in a a rural place that's not big enough to be called a town but still larger than your avarage village. Anyway, they settle themselves to farmers life after graduating and had my brother 7 years later and she left us when my brother was only month and a half old baby. To this day I can still remember waking up to get ready for school and finding my father on the ground kneeling over and crying holding one my notebooks, I was just a child at the time and seeing my father curled up like that
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