Karma is a fickle bitch

With Mother's Day fast approaching I wanted to wax poetic about the wondrous days I spent starry eyed at being a new parent how I breast fed how all my children were breast fed and toilet trained right out the womb and how little honey dew melon, her sister lemon drop and I sat under our willow tree in the moonlight weaving our own clothes.................... But as Karma would have it I was not that mom I was that other mom you know the one that needed a paycheck and had to go back to work when her first baby was only a month old  so forgot about the whole breast feeding thing.  I was that mom you know the one that had deer caught in headlights, don't know what the hell she is doing kind of look.  I was that mom you know the one that went to work with baby snarf on her shoulder all day because no one bothered to tell me.  I was that mom you know the one that had 3 rowdy kids trailing behind her all wearing outfits of their own choosing. The oldest...

As my Daughters, Nieces and Grand girls  begin to explore the world of relationships I want to pass on to them my hope for them while they navigate the dating/relationship road of life. As a survivor of Physical, Mental and Sexual abuse at the hands of men that I thought loved me but lets face it that was not the case.  TRUST is a four letter word for these men almost ruined my trust in any man, they set rules and boundaries that I mistook for caring, protective, behavior when it fact it was controlling, possessive, and hurtful. They took away the best parts of myself, and made sure that I lost who I was by telling me they were protecting me when instead my strength, self confidence, my self worth were slowly  being stripped away. It was too late when I realized what had happened that powerful confident girl was lost  Men like this will build you up and tear you down all in the same breath.They needed to know my every move and where I was at every second. For t...