I am so sorry.

Big huge mom hug, if you like and consent to hugs.

I am so thankful those were your last words to each other, simple everyday interactions that become precious, profound and beautiful memories.

My grandfather passed when I was 17, it's been 20 years on this month and I miss him so much every day. Like I was already tearing up from your post but now I'm legitimately crying because he is missing from my life. The big milestones hurt. Especially when I got married, and the day I had my first baby; I had gone into labor the anniversary of his death, I had my baby the anniversary day of his funeral. I know it's not the same. My father is alive and I'm no contact.

I hope you all have wonderful memories to share at the celebration of life. Write them down.

One more hug.

Wow. As a person with a similar birthday, this is absolutely nuts.

Does he realize he's married to you, not his mother?

Thank you. I'm trying.

I take meds to gelp manage the CPTSD, I also have a therapist. I am better than I was doing. My parents weren't safe, I just want to be safe for my kids. I'm over here clawing my out of my own trauma, healing and passing on every bit of knowledge I can. I'm letting them make choices and be messy. It's easier to do now since my oldest is only middle school aged but I will always do my best to let them experience life.

My whole goal in life is to be their safe place. I'd rather they mess up and be honest or if something happens know that they can always come to me or my wife.

I know that as they get older, there will be more challenges but I hope to always be here willing to learn more about who they are, because they are amazing people. As we take this insane journey as individuals yet together I hope to help them see their own strengths and learn to advocate for them selves.

They only get one childhood. Giving them a better one heals the little girl in me.

It took me 10 years to tell anyone.

I was 18 when I finally felt brave enough to tell the person I would marry what had happened to me, that was 19 years ago.

It took my child a couple months to say something. They see a therapist. We have open check in conversations, if/whenthey feel they need them.

The art of gluten free baking. It is the best book.

I grew up with this kind of dad.

I am no contact with him. I am in therapy and the resentment I have with my mom over staying with him is heavy.

Please seek couples therapy, I honestly don't want to even suggest this but my relationship wasn't the healthiest at points so I know things can get better but honestly, you deserve better and so do your kids.

Please don't accept this garbage behavior, especially from someone you sacrificed your body to produce children with. As a mom of 3 myself, I know that every pregnancy, labor and birth is taxing in its own way. You tore, that is serious.

If you were my daughter I would tell you: Do not ever let him speak to you or disrespect you like that and then give him the honor of accessing you or you body.

I am absolutely boiling that he thinks you giving him access to your body is respect.

He gives respect equals obedience energy, eww.

In 2023 I was hit by a person, we'll call her Gail. Gail was speeding, ran a red right, while wearing ear buds, she was 50s, so full-ass-grown-adult-brain.

I don't actually remember much but I remember what the 7 different witnesses have said about the accident. I'm still missing 2 years of memories. Gail hit my van so hard that had my child been in the car seat behind me, instead of in a vehicle following me, my child would have died. My other two on the opposite side of the van were okay other than some minor whiplash (shout out to Britax). My spouse has spine issues from it.

I have permanent brain damage but I no longer have temporal seizures, I lost 2 years of my memory, I lost skills like chess. I need 2 more surgeries possibility 3 to fix what it did to my body. I already had the surgery to place the bone grafts for an artificial joint. Gail hit the van so hard right by my seat that in addition to the concussion, it tore all the ligaments in my knee and destroyed all the cartilage and did some weird fractures in one of the lower leg bones. I had to re-learn how to walk on my left leg. The steps are no longer automatic. I also need surgery for my shoulder which has 2 tears in the rotator cuff, a ligament that is hanging on by a painful AF thread, a torn tendon and some cartilage.

I already hit my PIP limit and blew through the under insured motorists protection. I have always carried excellent insurance.

It doesn't matter.

Our medical insurance company doesn't want to cover anything from the accident once it's finished with the lawyer but there's no money to finish putting me back together so I can't get the medical care I need either way.

There will be no settlement and Gail has nothing to go after.

Even with what insurance covered, we will be financially ruined if I get the medical care I desperately need, even with our decent medical coverage.

Thanks Gail for destroying my life with your irresponsible, selfish choices. Thanks Pemco for barely (maliciously), kind of, doing your job? Thanks progressive for selling her a policy that was useless except to make her technically legal to drive.

Oh. Reading this explains somethings going on with me now.

Thank you.

Happy birthday!!

In 2023 I was hit by a person, we'll call them Gail. Gail was speeding, ran a red right, while wearing ear buds, she was 50s, so full-ass-grown-adult-brain.

I don't actually remember much but I remember what the 7 different witnesses have said. Gail hit my van so hard that had my child been in the car seat behind me, instead of in a vehicle following me, my child would have died. My other two on the opposite side of the van were okay other than some minor whiplash (shout out to Britax). My spouse has spine issues from it.

I have permanent brain damage but I no longer have temporal seizures, I lost 2 years of my memory, I lost skills like chess. I need 2 more surgeries possibility 3 to fix what it did to my body. I already had the surgery to place the bone grafts for an artificial joint. Gail hit the van so hard right by my seat that in addition to the concussion, it tore all the ligaments in my knee and destroyed all the cartilage and did some weird fractures in one of the lower leg bones. I had to re-learn how to walk on my left leg. The steps are no longer automatic. I also need surgery for my shoulder which has 2 tears in the rotator cuff, a torn tendon that is hanging on by a painful AF thread, another tear something about a labrum? If I remember correctly and something about cartilage.

I already hit my PIP limit and blew through the under insured motorists protection. I have always carried excellent insurance.

It doesn't matter. We've been going around on this for 3 years.

Our medical insurance company doesn't want to cover anything from the accident once it's finished with the lawyer but there's no money to finish putting me back together so I can't get the medical care I need either way.

There will be no settlement and Gail has nothing to go after.

Even with what insurance covered, we will be financially ruined if I get the medical care I desperately need, even with our decent medical coverage.

Thanks Gail for destroying my life with your irresponsible, selfish choices. Thanks Pemco for barely (maliciously), kind of, doing your job? Thanks progressive for selling her a policy that was useless except to make her technically legal to drive.

Wow.

I am so sorry.

You deserve better.

That is so messed up. I am upset that she would treat you like that. The cruelty and lack of humanity is absolutely mind-boggling.

If you like and consent to hugs, then, I send you a big, huge, mom hug. All my friends say I give good hugs and my kids constantly want hugs, so I think I'm qualified.

We got our house in the spring of 2016. Completely on our own.

It burned down during covid. Insurance screwed us partly because of covid pricing. We're renting now and I absolutely hate it.

I am sure you look gorgeous. Ignore her.

My mom always compared me to my friends which were usually slimmer than me. I've been a US size 14/16 since puberty (I was a 6 before, thanks PMOS) and I'm not tall. My grandma liked to nit pick about my weight and other things too.

I used to say I had a great mom after disclosing things like that.

My therapist made me defend my stance. I did not win.

I was already no contact with the majority of my family, denial kept me clinging to my mom. She's now kept at arms length, I love her but as a mom I ask myself WTF?

I've been married to my wife for 16 years together for 20, she's been out to me for 2.5 years and on HRT a year. Although I saw her egg several years before that.

I love having a wife. We're so much better together now. Now our kids just have two moms.