Looking into homeschooling. They are forcing masks on my children. My 9 year old went from "I love school!" to "I don't want to go anymore. I hate school." and my 6 year old is crying. Awesome. I hate this.
19 years ago I became a mommy to a perfect miracle that I named Jonathon. He left after only 17 years and it just wasn't enough time. I miss my son. I miss him more than any dumb words can express. My heart is shattered. Suicide sucks.
Hey, guess what! In my last 2 pregnancies I had to be induced because OMG I WAS SUFFERING FROM PRE-ECLAMPSIA! And guess what they did? THEY DELIVERED MY BABIES ALIVE! I DIDN'T HAVE TO KILL EITHER ONE OF THEM TO SURVIVE.
IMAGINE.
My youngest son (almost 8 yrs old) made me a deck of his own original pokemon cards... Seriously he is from another planet. How did I make such a wonderful, creative and awesome human?
If you think saying "fetus" dehumanizes and disqualifies that child from being human with the right to live, I feel sorry for you. To me, fetus is just like saying baby, toddler, adolescent, teen... All just stages of development. A fetus is just one of the tiniest of us.
I don't know why pre eclampsia keeps being brought up as a reason to abort a late term pregnancy. Hello, I experienced this condition twice. I was given medication (mainly magnesium), induced, & birthed 2 premature children. One was perfectly healthy & came home in 1 day. 1/
This is one of the last pictures of my son. This is the day before his 17th birthday. It would be his last birthday alive.
He used to love the beach. We went every year for him. In 2018... He didn't like it at all.
I wish I had known why.
I know why now.
Suicide sucks.
Yes, every second I breathe a part of me misses my son. Every laugh, every sigh, every exhale... I miss my child.
It is never gone. It exists with me, as a constant.
They bullied my son until I homeschooled him. He suffered a broken clavicle, busted lips, black eyes, all of it.
His school did nothing until I told them I was removing him.
They scrambled and I did not care.
I miss you Jonathon. I wish I had been able to stop all of this.
To the ~341 people who have liked this post... And everyone who sees it today :
Thank you for seeing my son. He was alive. He was important. You help him keep living and it means a lot to me.
Death metal:
Mary had a little LAMB
His eyes were black as COOOOAAALLL
And everywhere that Mary went
HER LAMB WOULD EAT YOUR SOUUUUUUL
*sick guitars and death screams*
I GOT INTO MY SONS ACCOUNT!!!
My 19 (almost 20, good lord) year old had a screen shot with everything.
THANK YOU GOD!!!
Also thank you all for prayers and support. I only have so many things left of him, so this is a very good thing to me.
I actually feel "happy"...
holy crap... WHY HAVEN'T I BEEN MAKING BACON IN THE OVEN ALL MY LIFE??!!
I stare at it lovingly on the stove, nursing it, babying it... when I could just chuck it on a backing sheet on 350 and forget about it for a while and BAM BACON.
If you haven't tried it, you should.
I seriously don't understand why pro aborts want healthy women to abort their healthy babies SO BADLY.
Every time I try to wrap my head around it, I just get mad. Furious even.
And I won't even start on how mad I get when they want them to die because they're not perfect.
Just because I'm not rich enough to adopt several children (which I would if I could) doesn't negate my pro life stance. It's really disingenuous to keep saying that you must do a certain amount of things in order to want to protect human life. We all should want this.
I hate when people ask me how many children I have. Is it only 3 now? Do I make it awkward & say 4,but one is no longer with us? My son is still my child & I hate having to leave him out. So now I get to cry in the corner of a child's birthday & hope nobody notices. Shades help.
Jonathon, 2014,around 13 years old, vacation in Lake Tahoe going sledding. A good memory...
I miss my son, every moment.
Don't let my insanity fool you otherwise.
I'm sick of some people acting like being a biological woman and becoming pregnant and having a child is this overwhelming trauma that should be feared. Are they insane? Yes, pregnancy isn't easy, risks occur and tragedies happen, and should be addressed and treated
Serial killer dismembers a human body: Horrific to everyone
Abortion dismembers a human body: celebrated by the depraved and lauded as a woman's right and the path to freedom and the "good life"
Make it make sense.
When your child dies, you can't bring them back. Ever. I can't imagine discarding my child, no matter what stage of development they are in, and saying "I'll just have another later when I'm ready" as if our perfectly unique offspring can just be duplicated, no big deal.
I hope everyone has a nice holiday...
Thanksgiving just makes me sad. I get depressed and have anxiety attacks.
Jonathon loved Thanksgiving. He was a good eater. He loved my mac and cheese. I sorta hate this day. I just feel broken and I can't help it.
I just had the worst anxiety attack of my life since my son died. and I just sorta want someone to know, in case I don't like, get up off the floor or whatever.
i'm fine.
I just got into a fight with a friend I've had for about 20 years because she called me a vagina haver.
It's not a pretty convo. I think I called her stupid several times.
I'm posting food to cope.
btw... I'M A WOMAN. In case you were wondering what the real term is.
Yesterday I learned that only my mother will reach out to me on the worst day of the year. Nobody else in my real life. Not another parent, relative, not a sibling (4 sisters, 6 brothers) Nobody even sent me an emoji.
Thank you for being the only ppl in the world who cared.
My 7 year old doesn't need to have lessons on sex, gender ideology, or sexual preferences. He is worried about getting candy, playing video games, plushies and he wants a dog. The end.
sometimes time stops and it's a weight I can't describe and it just echoes
My son is dead.
and I don't think there's words for it. The vast absolute apocalypse of it.
Miss my boy...
But I don't remember his voice anymore. Just a faint whisper of how he said "mom" every morning asking for breakfast.
The day he died, I thought I heard it and yelled "have eggs!"
But he was already dead.
I cry every time I make eggs.
As a person who slept on a mattress on the floor (no box spring either) for years until about 6 months ago... This is crazy good progress. If you are in a similar struggle... You got thiiiiiis!!!!
My sweet boy in 2013. He was obsessed with the Diners, Drive ins, and Dives show, so on the way to vacation we stopped at a weird place with terrible food... But he was so happy we tried. We were gonna do a food tour one day... But we won't now.
My cat's euthanasia appointment is June 19th. So this is his last week. I tried to bathe him this weekend. His fur came off in huge clumps. It was stuff of nightmares. He needs to be at peace and I'm a complete and total mess about it.
But we know how this story ends. And I just want to end it with the thought of him, a happy, loved child. One I held in my arms and whispered:
"Hello, my son. I'm your mommy. I love you so so much."
/end. Thank you if you got this far.
Happy Birthday Jonathon.
It just dawned on me that at some point, history will look at this era and say "society was so dark and depraved they delivered their young via abortion into toilets and flushed their children down the toilet." That's beyond bleak. I don't have words.
I miss my son. I hate suicide.
It doesn't end. The missing part. It doesn't go away. You don't get over it. It doesn't get better. It hides in dark corners and then strangles you suddenly and you can't breathe or think or move.
I. Miss. My. Son.
#SuicideAwareness