Why You Should Never Love Your Stepchild

Put down your proverbial pitchforks. I get this is the land of social media and not everyone knows me personally, but if you did (or if you do), you would know the unwavering love I have for my stepson. He was my whole life before I had my daughter, and now they are my whole life. Point blank.

So, great… She loves her stepchild, tell me again why we’re here then? Why would anyone say you shouldn’t love your stepchild? Well, anyone with a heart, anyway…

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For the Mom and a Half’s

Brooklyn’s asleep, my husband’s next to me, and Benjamin’s sitting on the couch watching Moana on his iPad. I can’t help but chuckle a little bit at the sight of it all, knowing it would give off the image that we’ve all had a wonderful, calm night. Like we all have our shite together. 

Fall, Don’t Fail Me Now

Fall is my absolute second favorite time of the year! Whoops, did you catch that? Sorry. I absolutely love fall, don’t get me wrong, but you’re never going to get me to admit that I’d choose it over lounging by the pool watching my shirtless husband throw our kids in and out of the water while they scream-laugh. Nope, no, never.