honestly, i once hid in the bathroom at a wedding to avoid watching my ex walk down the aisle, feeling like a character in a bad rom-com. meanwhile, people outside were cheering and celebrating love, and here i was, thinking about the five hundred reasons i should’ve moved on by now. funny how everyone says love is a battlefield, but sometimes it just feels like watching someone else win while you...
yaar, jab mai engineering ki degree le raha tha, tab lagta tha sab kuch set hai. ab ek boring IT job mein baitha hun, aur dad ka mujhe phone aata hai. bola, “beta, tumhara future secure hai.” par unko nahi pata jab maine report presentation mein manager ko bola, “tumhara report clear nahi hai,” mujhe bas yeh yaad aaya ke parents ne mere liye itna kuch kiya. mujhe yeh samajh nahi aata, agar main ki...
i spent last night googling “how to live without your kid” while waiting for the latest transplant stats to drop. there are forums where parents talk about the emotional roller coaster, but no one wants to talk about the nights alone, scrolling through my phone, desperately trying to remember who i used to call for help. my kid isn’t even sick, just waiting, and yet the loneliness wraps around me tighter than my best friend's wedding dress at a size two event i couldn’t go to because what does it even matter. why does everyone expect me to be strong, while they flock to their happy lives like nothing's happening... are we not supposed to support each other, or is it just okay for me to keep everything bottled up?
i spent last night googling “how to live without your kid” while waiting for the latest transplant stats to drop. there are forums where parents talk about the emotional roller coaster, but no one wants to talk about the nights alone, scrolling through my phone, desperately trying to remember who i used to call for help. my kid isn’t even sick, just waiting, and yet the loneliness wraps around me tighter than my best friend's wedding dress at a size two event i couldn’t go to because what does it even matter. why does everyone expect me to be strong, while they flock to their happy lives like nothing's happening... are we not supposed to support each other, or is it just okay for me to keep everything bottled up?
not gonna lie, watching my husband’s mother give me side-eye because I have two daughters feels like a punch in the gut—especially when she casually suggests “we just keep trying for a boy.” like, yaar, how is that even acceptable? meanwhile, I am stuck in this tiny apartment where I barely make enough to afford two pizzas from Dominos, and my friends keep sending me vacation pics while I’m juggli...