For Mother’s Day in 1999, 3 months after our first son was born and also 3 months of me struggling with crippling postpartum depression, my then-husband gave me a vanity stool from Kmart for our bathroom. No diamonds, no sentimental “first time Mom” gift. I should have divorced him then, but then I wouldn’t have had my second son. Now th…
For Mother’s Day in 1999, 3 months after our first son was born and also 3 months of me struggling with crippling postpartum depression, my then-husband gave me a vanity stool from Kmart for our bathroom. No diamonds, no sentimental “first time Mom” gift. I should have divorced him then, but then I wouldn’t have had my second son. Now that they’re both in their 20’s, I’m still bitter about the vanity stool (obviously), love my adult sons and have been with a wonderful man for the past 16 years who, if he can’t think of a good gift, always buys me jewelry. ❤️
For Mother’s Day in 1999, 3 months after our first son was born and also 3 months of me struggling with crippling postpartum depression, my then-husband gave me a vanity stool from Kmart for our bathroom. No diamonds, no sentimental “first time Mom” gift. I should have divorced him then, but then I wouldn’t have had my second son. Now that they’re both in their 20’s, I’m still bitter about the vanity stool (obviously), love my adult sons and have been with a wonderful man for the past 16 years who, if he can’t think of a good gift, always buys me jewelry. ❤️