We have a four-year-old son. As soon as he turned three, I began an intense job search because the company I worked for before my maternity leave forced me to resign. The situation with daycare wasn’t any better.
I’m 55 years old, and my daughter is 30. We lived in New York City, and when my daughter was 4, I divorced my husband because he was an addict. I had to rely solely on myself, living off what I earned, as my ex-husband provided no support and was unemployed. This led to rent arrears. When my daughter was 12, I had to make a difficult decision
When my mother-in-law found a new job, we didn’t see each other for a while. This made me quite happy, but she still found time to call. My mother-in-law was never satisfied with me and always found a reason to complain. I ignored her comments, so I never started an argument with her. I knew it wouldn’t end well
– I’m on maternity leave, not a free babysitting service. I have enough on my plate with my own children and refuse to take on someone else’s responsibilities. A mother should raise her own child.
Their newborn daughter was colicky and had trouble sleeping, leaving both Sarah and John exhausted. John decided he needed a break and sent Sarah and baby Emma to her parents’ house.
She married right out of high school, deeply in love with her high school sweetheart. Their love was strong, but their marriage didn’t last long. After a few years, they went their separate ways.
I was just 23 when my husband left me with our young son, Michael. He was only three years old at the time. My husband walked out because he couldn’t handle the constant responsibilities – he had to earn money and spend it on the family. He didn’t like that at all. Why spend on the family when he could spend on himself and his girlfriend?
This is the story of my parents and their struggle to understand our parenting choices. I have two children, a 6-year-old daughter and a 4-year-old son, both with severe food allergies. We avoid visiting my parents because they refuse to respect our dietary restrictions.
I never realized how lazy my wife was until she took her maternity leave. Exhausted from carrying all the responsibilities, I decided to send her back to work. Now, I’m left to raise our son alone, and things are far from easy.
My husband had a severe case of pneumonia last winter, and his recovery was long and arduous. When he was finally discharged, the doctor advised that he needed ample rest and a stress-free environment to fully recuperate. We thought we had everything planned out, but then my mother-in-law changed her mind at the last minute, leaving us in a difficult situation.
I can’t understand why my son and his wife decided to have a baby at this point in their lives. It’s clear that their careers are their main focus, leaving the upbringing of their child entirely to a nanny. I get it, work is important, especially when you’re contributing positively to society. But my question remains: why bring a child into the world if you’re not going to be there for them?
This didn’t happen overnight; it’s been building up for a while. You could say our kids are the same age—Emma is nine—but I can’t stand the thought of them spending time together.
