The Pride of Self-Loathing
#ChangedLives #Inspirational #Accountablility #Believe #EmotionalWounds #Faith #God #Discernment #Dating
#ChangedLives #Inspirational #Accountablility #Believe #EmotionalWounds #Faith #God #Discernment #Dating
I know she is perfectly capable of deciding on a meal. After all, I don’t follow her around to every meal helping her choose her food, but when we are together she will often ask. Why is it so hard for her to make a decision? In my typical mom voice, I try to ask her what she is hungry for or what kind of food she would like but ultimately, she just waits, and it comes down to the same question, “Mom, what do you think?” I know from the outside it looks odd having this gro
When I was a little girl I would carefully plan the way in which I would ask my mom for things. I would make sure that she had had a good day, that she was done making dinner, and that the dishes were done. I wanted her to not be too tired, not to be headed out the door to a church meeting, and certainly not dealing with the prolific nonsense that my brother was always hurling at her. I would carefully practice my language and craftly align the words so that I didn’t sound
I was very young when I got married. Almost reality television show young. I could legally vote (barely) but couldn’t legally drink champagne at my wedding. I was young, hopeful, and over anxious to begin to create my own Disney fairytale. I dove head first with full gusto and began to plan the wedding, not the marriage or relationship, but that’s a different blog all together. As the big day approached, my maid of honor, who was also my sister in law, hosted a bridal sh