I was on the fence about screen time, but with needing something to help keep the baby entertained while I pump, I decided to try Ms. Rachel and I must admit I'm delighted with how well our little one is responding to it. She seems really fond of the songs and Ms. Rachel's personality and let's out happy screeches any time it's on. Bonus points is it's teaching both of us ASL.
Posting this again to try finding a new home for our old furniture.
Night stand has some water damage in the bottom drawer.
Up for grabs! These are sitting outside at 7545 Almondwood Ave in Citrus Heights.
Backing needs to be attached to one. Slight water damage in the drawer of another.
Table has a few dings and scuffs but is in otherwise good shape.
Hey neighbors. We need to get a Pack and Play for our little munchkin and I'm wondering if anyone has an extra one that's no longer in use.
I’m sharing this to connect with anyone who's been through similar situations. For the past four years, my relationship with my dad *was* completely estranged. It was a tough choice, brought on after years of disrespect and emotional turmoil that left me with CPTSD. Like many here, it wasn’t a decision made lightly, but his anger and bigotry had overshadowed our relationship for too long and was negatively impacting my mental health to the point of SH and SI.
In those four years, my life has been great; I got a new job, got married, moved, and welcomed a baby. Yet, despite my desire for boundaries and distance, my family kept him updated on my life. He would often express a wish to reconnect, and as his health declined, I felt compelled to relent. I asked my husband to contact him, stressing that he needed to prepare a list of apologies before I’d consider talking.
We spoke just eight days before he passed. The apology I received was half-hearted at best, delivered while he was barely coherent from medication. I told him I’d be open to talking again once he was more lucid, but that conversation never came.
When I learned of his death, I felt nothing at first — just numbness. It was only later that the weight of never having the father I needed hit me. The tears I shed weren’t for him, but for the realization that I was never prioritized or valued in his life.
Adding to the hurt, I found out about his passing from his ex-wife’s son who he has no biological connection to, which stung deeply. Growing up, it always felt like my dad held her and her kids in higher regard, leaving me when I needed him the most and leading me down a path of seeking attention from males in all the wrong ways. Now, that same person is the executor of his trust and stands to inherit everything, including the motorcycle I helped pay for that used to be in my name before my dad forged my signature on the title — regardless of even telling me that last time we spoke that it was mine... just another promise he made to me that's now broken.
I don’t know what I’m hoping to achieve by sharing this, but it feels important to voice my experience. If anyone else has navigated a similar path, your thoughts would mean a lot.