So I am sitting in the kitchen waiting on my Ramen to not be crunchy and started thinking of which houses my co-workers belong in. So here is useless information.
Mrs. Cubicle neighbor- Accounts Payable
Ravenclaw. She spends a lot of her time like I do- asking why people are doing stupid things instead of smart things.
Mr. Walrus head- “Accounting Manager”
Slytherin. Uses personal connections to supervisor and president to get away with not actually doing any work.
I can not describe exactly how I feel right now. It’s too much. After MONTHS of waiting and worrying and wondering, I know for a fact when I will see my children again. I know that they will be coming home with me. To stay. I understand that this is a temporary matter, and there’s a chance (albeit a small one) that it will not be permanent.
I have been a mother for 7 years. I have two children. The younger is 16 months old, and I have missed 5 of those months. I will never get them back. T
I’m missing the greatest part of my life, and it’s very difficult.
I’ve always wanted to be a mom. I have eight younger brothers and sisters and I had enough money from babysitting by the time I was twelve to buy a laptop.
I met a boy at 16 and fell head over heals. All his ideals and passions made me ensnared by the idea of starting a life together. We had one beautiful son before things started to go downhill fast. It became apparent that he suffered from mental health issues when t