When a marriage fails, the story of the relationship changes. The best parts, the parts that made you think getting married was a good idea, fade from memory.
We are not defined by the family into which we are born, but the one we choose and create. We are not born, we become.
Everybody knows there is no such thing as normal. There is no black-and-white definition of normal. Normal is subjective. There’s only a messy, inconsistent, silly, hopeful version of how we feel most at home in our lives.
I thought that once we were out of the baby stage, parenting would be a breeze.
It was, you know, probably 80 degrees out in L.A., and my dad took me outside and there was snow. At the time, I thought, ‘Every kid doesn’t have snow in their backyard on Christmas?’
I just wanna thank all those amazing Internet bloggers out there that hate me day-to-day. I love you! You rock!
I would eat healthy at times and pig out at times. But I never had to go on a strict diet plan.
It would be pretty funny to see a Beverly Hills white girl with mad rap skills.
I am proud of my kids, but I also want to make my mom proud of me. I’m still a momma’s girl at the heart of the situation.
In all honesty, I grew up a certain way. I never had to worry about money… that was my reality.
I love my mom. My mom loves me. We don’t have an easy relationship. I don’t think we ever will, but I’d rather have a complicated, misunderstood relationship than have no relationship at all.