Date: December 12th, 2018 12:36 PM
Author: Flesh massive spot corn cake
“I Miss Daddy”
My longhaired 5-year-old came back from the weekend at his father’s house wearing his father’s hat. He wouldn’t take it off. “I miss daddy,” he said. There were no tears. No tantrums. No whining. He stated the facts. It just was, and he accepted it. I wondered at my son’s strength, at his heartache. My parents aren’t divorced. I don’t know what it’s like. That night he fell asleep sucking his thumb and wearing his father’s hat. — Amy Okura
Me and Jamie at a friend's wedding.
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Me and Jamie at a friend's wedding.
Back Where We Started
I was recently divorced. Jamie was losing hope. We matched on Tinder, which she wishes I wouldn’t mention. She politely offered to meet on my side of town. I impolitely accepted. She wanted to cancel but came for one drink to find that the bar was across the street from her fertility clinic. She regretted not canceling. But drinks turned into dinner, conversation, laughter. Suddenly, she said, pointing, “I just froze my eggs in that clinic.” She expected me to run. I stayed. Five years and three miscarriages later, we’re back where we started: at the clinic, finally using those eggs. — Josh Cootner
The text that opened the floodgates.
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The text that opened the floodgates.
The Power of Bitmoji
Once upon a time, my partner sent me a sweet text while I was home caring for our baby. Seeing his Bitmoji avatar elicited an oxytocin surge so strong that my postpartum milk let down. If that’s not an expression of love, I don’t know what is. — Jenn Clifford
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4154566&forum_id=2#37395605)