Before I had kids, I wanted two kids. Then I had one kid, and I wanted two kids. Now I have two kids, and I want ten kids. What kind of unhinged mom math is this?

My blood just ran cold. I told NO ONE in the media about Graham’s violence until the New York Times came to my home in April. I was never GOING to tell anyone. But HE knew what he had done. And now we know HE told people 7 months before I ever said a word. Because he knows what he did. Thank you, Nick, for helping me prove that Graham was worried I would tell the world what he’d done to me.

I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE PARAGUAY IS

Their minds are about to be blown by Buc-ee's, Bass Pro Shops and SEC stadiums

Loser

Anyone craving SAHM life because social media makes it look easy should just wait till they have babies and all the hormones in your whole body shift and make you crave it even when you know it’s hard.

If I’m lucky, I’ll live longer than my mom did. One day, not even that far from now, I’ll turn an age she never got to celebrate. If I’m very lucky, I’ll spend more years on this earth with my babies than she got to spend with hers. But if that’s true, it also means I’ll spend more years without my mom than I ever had with her. I don’t know whether that thought makes me grateful or heartbroken. Maybe both.

I love libs like Sunny Hostin pretending Dems are JUST NOW abandoning morality for power. Their last three pres nominees were: the woman who slept with her married boss for promotions, the workplace harasser who sniffed kids & showered with his daughter, and the wife of the president who infamously hooked up with a White House intern. Platner is not really breakin' the mold here.

Mine will be known as the most patient 💅😂

I’m very open to people weighing the possible motivations and actual evidence of any charge (even when it's a friend). I know people don't have the benefit of knowing Lyndsey and having heard about Graham for years from her, as I did. A problem during the #metoo era was no one seemed to be using any kind of standard of evaluation that was consistent, which seems important in media. I created one for myself: When I was asked to opine in public on various allegations and wanted to do so responsibly, I had a rubric for considering credibility on a spectrum (and also tried not to be rude and dismissive out the gate of almost anything, with Swetnick testing that with sheer audacity). — a named accuser — evidence the two people knew each other and had been in the same place at the same time at the time of alleged event — contemporaneous reports, though not necessarily to police. Diary entries, conversations with friends, etc. — a demonstrated M.O. from the accused Christine Blasey Ford’s account had 1 of these (named accuser). By contrast, accusations against Roy Moore had all four. Lyndsey’s has three (and the second named source's story of him showing up at her house drunk and acting such that she cut off contact with him suggests there is a drunken, boundary-crossing, scary M.O.) By merely marshaling evidence the two were often in the same place at the same time during the acknowledged past relationship, Fifield has surpassed Ford's account's documentation. The NYT verified old diary entries, and her texts confirmed many of her thoughts on him predated him running for office. She was forthright that she hid his worst behavior, as many women in abusive relationships do, and very specific in her characterization of his physical behavior (one suspects if it were a made-up partisan hit, she might not caveat his physical abuse so much and would have dropped this in September, but I digress). It is both scary and embarrassing to admit the truth in those situations. This is all separate from what voters might find acceptable, but the account Lyndsey gives is one that, if I knew it in real time, I'd actively help the friend get out of the relationship and advise her to stay out of it. I've done this with other friends and wish I'd been able to be there for Lyndsey at the time. It shouldn't be dismissed out of hand, especially given it hits far more marks than other allegations treated with utmost seriousness in the press. The idea that this is either all merely normie, drunk, working-class behavior or "Dem HR lady politics" to find it problematic doesn't fly. So many people spent two decades saying every dude right of a Wellesley gender politics professor was a toxic white supremacist but now think you're just a big pussy if you'd object to being locked in a bedroom by a big drunk guy with a Nazi tattoo.

Anyone who has ever extracted themselves from a relationship with a narcissistic abuser knows it isn’t clean or easy. I cringe remembering how many times I tried to play the “cool girl” or fawn in response to what was clearly abusive, coercively controlling behavior by Graham. I also know how dangerous it is to become the target of a narcissist — so even long after our relationship ended I continued to be upbeat any time he reached out, though I would also immediately shut down any attempts on his part to initiate flirting or romanticizing of the past. Yes, the day I saw him announce he was running I wanted to make sure people knew he had a Nazi tattoo — and I was terrified he would find out it was me. But of course he knew it was me. What’s ironic is I absolutely never would have shared my story if he hadn’t been relentlessly attacking my character behind the scenes for months once the tattoo story came out. I tried to signal that I wasn’t the source and stayed completely silent about him on social media even as most of my friends posted regularly about what a bad person he is. But then in early April the New York Times came to me. I asked how they got my number. I said I was not interested in sharing my story. They said but wait—there are other women. Women terrified to tell their stories, too, and you need to band together. WE will help you. We will protect you. Men can’t keep getting away with this. Hours before their first call to me I saw Eric Swalwell’s name plate get removed from his office door in Cannon. It felt like fate. I welcomed the two journalists into my home days later, nervous and overwhelmed. Justin Fairfax had just murdered his wife and himself the previous day and even conservative pundits were conjecturing that “if only those women hadn’t accused him of abuse, this never would have happened…” But I told them my story. I let them take pictures of my diary pages. I sent them screenshots of messages and gave them phone numbers and contacts. It was excruciating. I was surprised by what details I remembered, and as I poured through old messages I was horrified by how much I had forgotten. I explained very clearly that, like many women abused by their partners, I had not told anyone about his violence at the time—I had covered for and defended it. I accepted his earnest apologies. They said that’s fine because the diary entries and my on the record story was enough. They connected me to two of the other victims so we wouldn’t feel so alone. I insisted to each of them that I trusted the NYT journalists and that we were doing the right thing despite their (sadly very accurate) sense that something was wrong. One of the victims and I realized our relationships with Graham overlapped completely - he had been cheating on both of us the entire time we were together. I should note here that my life is just… beautiful. These are the best years of my life. Raising two young girls in a safe, beautiful neighborhood where I work from home and shuffle my children from dance classes and soccer to church events — I am blessed far beyond what I deserve with wonderful friends and family and the most loving, brilliant husband in the world. Why would I blow my life up like this? Why would I risk the psychotic doxxing from violent leftist activists? Because while I have been terrified to come forward I decided this was the “hard right thing” to do. The guilt of staying silent has nagged me. Most therapists recommend a “gray rock” approach to extracting yourself from narcissistic abuse — it works really well, but it is a gift to the abuser, allowing them to persist in their delusion that they’ve done nothing wrong. I couldn’t stay silent as he continued to lie and lie and lie. I want my daughters to boldly speak out if they’re ever abused as I was.

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So, expressing feelings of grief a month after my dad and best friend who helped me through cancer last year suddenly died does not equal a "pity party," nor does it make me an inadequate mother. We would be a better society if more people felt they could speak openly and freely about the experiences that unite us as humans. I'll continue to do so, and if you are offended by it, then you can unfollow me.

Just when you’re thinkin “this is easy! I will have a few more kids!” Life hits you with the worst case of mastitis in the world to put you in your place 🤣 moms know

If someone can fit 20g protein into a can of Diet Coke without changing the taste and texture , that recipe will make a bigger IPO than Anthropic.

Get him on our border asap

she loved the flowers

i’m doing really well for someone who goes through the five stages of grief daily