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When will I stop needing help?

Why can’t I be the one helping someone else? I think to myself. Why are we always the ones being helped, or needing help? I think, with resentment toward all the blessings I’m being bombarded with. We’ve been married for almost 8 years, next month. 6 of them have been spent with my husband either at war,…

“Your Poor husband”

My oldest daughter has this thing she does when she’s uncomfortable but doesn’t want you to know. She slightly smiles and chuckles while scrunching her nose up as high as it could go but, its clear that the smile she has is forced. It’s how I can always tell when she’s lying to me about…