My parents didn’t talk about sex , until it was too late and I was left feeling it was wrong to do

Keywords: parenting

I never understood reasons why, only that God says not too and they did too. No one told me what was appropriate, but I knew darn well when I was mistreated and being used as an object, that it wasn’t right and it confused me about what sex is meant to be about. It seems the talk of sex is still taboo, but in this day and age there are so many things pulling them into the trap of sexual desire, and perversion. We as parents are responsible for teaching the real facts of life to our kids and the truth about what is acceptable and not. The fact is a lot of our world is broken and misguided. We need to pull up [our] big kid pants, be the adult and inform them. There is no hiding behind a screen, and just hoping someone will do the hard stuff for me and you. I hope and pray that God will protect all my children, and the fact that boys and girls are equally vulnerable is heart breaking.

https://darkness2light568482889.wordpress.com/2019/02/11/parenting-is-hard

We can’t wait to meet you little guy

Keywords: My Life

I had no preference on what we would have. I absolutely love dressing Analeigh up with her big bows and little outfits, so having another girl is perfect for me. Roland absolutely adores Analeigh and there is no question that she is a Daddy’s girl to the bone. When it comes to having a boy, this is my husband’s hope. He grew up loving football and has always wanted a boy to connect with. I would love a boy aswell! Maybe because he might be a momma’s boy? When it comes down to it, we just pray that our baby is healthy and happy!

https://raimecoyle.wordpress.com/2021/02/14/we-are-pregnant

He’s just not that into you & other revelations

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Sometimes he’s just not that into you. You send a text hoping for an elaborate reply on how much he misses you. Or at least any reply at all. Instead you’re left with a big fat giant ‘read’ on your Facebook messenger.

Cue social mortification.

I had a melodramatic breakdown about a week ago (which you may have caught on if you read the previous post). But I guess your 20s are just filled with existential dread and crises, one after another after another until you hit 30! I’m presuming they stop by then, right? Hopefully by the time I have my own flat in NYC,  where I will write and live a private life with my dachshund called Jimmy.

So now the emotional tidal wave has flattened out and I’m beginning an upward loop. It’s almost as if I went so far low that I’ve been catapulted to…

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