Gemma Hartley
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Gemma Hartley Articles
I was constantly on the defense, prepared to fight for my young love against those who thought I wasn’t ready for marriage. It pains me to say it, but in a way, they were right after all. There were things I was missing out on by marrying young, things I didn’t even realize I was missing until it was too late.
Read...Starting a new year makes me look toward the future, looking at all the choices that lay ahead of me. But it also nudges me to examine my past in a very certain way. It's the time of year I always find myself thinking about the choices I didn’t make — about the life I didn't live.
Read...I want and need to save some room for myself, to know that I am worthy of a place in the world without the label of mother.
Read...When my son was a baby, I used my husband as a second set of hands. He was my co-parent, the other caretaker... I was no longer viewing him as my partner, but rather as an aide to attaining the next level of mothering. Even though my husband never called me out on my behavior, I slowly but surely hung up my need for perfection. Because if being a great mother means being a crappy wife, I don't want any part of it.
Read...There is a time to be prudent and fair to “many sides” of an issue, but dealing with Nazis is not that time.
Read...A breakup, Mom, a cheerleading competition, and Valentine's Day...
Read...I want to live my best life and, honestly, it's exhausting. Sometimes I wish I could just take a break and say I'm content with where I'm at.
Read...If you were to walk into my house on any given day, you wouldn’t know that I am an efficient and organized person.
Read...Getting pregnant after postpartum depression may have stolen a lot from me, but it gave me a lot more.
Read...The real reason I’m worried about sending my kids to school is that I’m going to be alone. For the first time in nearly a decade. And that’s scary.
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