I would have never thought I have taken the time to think about how life would be different if I wasn't the oldest child of my mother's three children. If you are the oldest of your siblings, then you can possibly relate the amount of stress, comparison, or even envy there can be when you are the oldest one.
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Today was a bad Father’s Day. It ignited with a screaming argument between my husband and I that resulted in him expressing how upset he’s been with me for the past week. Plus, he brought up how I don’t know what it is like to love a man as a father.
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Maybe I need to step away and give myself a break. A break from what, one may ask? A break from life. However, it’s impossible to give myself a break because I am a wife, a toddler mom, and an overthinking black woman in her late 20’s with hustle. Too much hustle that I sometimes do not give myself enough credit, grace, or time to just take in my efforts. There's so much pressure that comes with the desire of wanting to be a successful black woman.
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