Jealousy. That nasty word. We’ve all experienced it, but no one really likes to talk about it. I’m about to get real.
I thought my addiction was harmless, I wasn’t hurting anyone…
I would rather my son marry a girl who brings him joy, but has cancer, than for him to have never loved at all.
I knew I shouldn’t have since he had a bad-boy reputation, but I was dragged in by his outward appearance
I was so frustrated I’d slam the door and scream at the top of my lungs. Once I even threw a glass across the room, after I shut the door and it smashed to pieces off our fire place.
When I read her letter, I was mad! I showed it to Vance then went on a rant about how rude the lady was. Vance read it, then said to me, “You hurt her feelings, she is very hurt.”
Many times I had rolled into bed at the end of a long day realizing I had over reacted to something one of my kids had done …