Pisces For Life

Dreams are for Pisces

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That One Friend

You ever have that one friend that can calm you down just by having a normal conversation with you? Maybe you feel like crying while texting them because you’re so relieved to have someone who cares. Mine is having a hard time too but, our area in life is great and at least we have each other.

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What do you seek

Are you a dreamer? A believer? A craft practicer?

Are you in love? Are you a thrill seeker?

What type of being are you?

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What I want and what you want are not the same

He doesn't understand. It's only nine he argues would you rather I go to bed and so I tell him do what you want and he gets snappy that I'm giving attitude well now I have one since he's being accusatory and snappy.

When I say "Do what you want" I'm not saying "yes I'd like us both to go to bed now" what I'm saying is "you don't want to spend time with me, either you're too clingy or you want nothing to do with me, when I want to talk serious and honest you brush me off but when you want to talk it's always about wanting sex and I just want a happy marriage"

Is that too much to understand?

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When you're addicted to personality quizzes

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Baby Fever

Sometimes someone says they want something and when you give it to them it becomes evident that they didn't really want it but you don't know why.

Take my husband for example. He asked me for months for a baby and finally I said yes because I wanted to make him happy cuz he hadn't been happy in awhile and now, a year later with a three month old, I regret trying to make him happy because the baby seems to have had the opposite effect.

Fucking think things through before asking for something. JS.

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I don't know who I am anymore

I have eleven pairs of Western boots.

All of my bracelets and bangles scream "Goth Girl".

My skirts are either Gypsy or Sophisticated Business Woman.

I am a country girl some days, a goth queen the next, you might see me delving into witchcraft and pondering over my Christian preachers sermon shortly thereafter.

Maybe I'm addicted to Irish culture, maybe I'm intensely patriotic to my country.

Maybe I'm a Viking Warrior in the SCA, maybe I'm simply a housewife disguised as a 12th century french woman there to learn to embroider better.

Maybe I'm someone

Maybe I'm no one

I've been all these things and more.

The one thing I've forgotten how to be though, is me.

Who am I?

Am I really a goth? Or am I a country girl? Am I a Business Women? A Bookworm?

I don't know anymore.

Maybe I never did.

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Congrats! You're the shittiest of shit moms if you willingly feed your baby formula.

Maybe you have a reason to be feeding your baby formula but it doesn't matter to some moms because in their eyes you're still a POS.

Lay off, MFs.

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This is my engagement ring with my wedding band. Not a single diamond on it. A Breastfeeding group admin on Facebook had the audacity to say if your man didn't get you at least 1ct diamond ring then he doesn't love you. In response to that someone posted that if you didn't have a ring on your finger before getting pregnant then you're only married because he knocked you up by accident.

I don't have a diamond on my ring. My engagement ring was chosen by me two weeks before the wedding at a closing sale of a local jewelry store. I was pregnant almost three months at the time of our wedding. Our baby is not an accident. He told me he wanted a baby and it took me months, literally months, before I said "let's try for one month". I did research before saying yes to a baby. Our daughter was intentional. The agreement was if I was pregnant we would be married before the end of the year, if not then things would continue at his pace. He loves me even though there isn't even 0.5ct of a diamond in my ring.

The ring doesn't matter. The time of the marriage doesn't matter. The emotion and actual love matters. The fact of the matter, matters.

To those who think you need a 1ct diamond to prove your man's love can take that diamond and shove it where the sun don't shine.

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Zodiac

Western: Pisces/Fish ♓/🐠

Chinese: Tiger 🐯

Native American: Wolf 🐺

Celtic: Adder 🐍

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Pain med free labor and breastfeeding moms are best moms

Okay RANT!!

I am SO SICK of people and other mothers demeaning me and other mamas because of X, Y, Z.

1. If you need, or even want, an IV pain med or, hell, even a freaking epidural, then that’s your choice and you know what your body can or can’t handle. Some women have less pain some have it so bad. STOP PUTTING DOWN MOMS WHO DONT HAVE A COMPLETELY NATURAL BIRTH.

2. Some women cannot breastfeed their babies. GASP. I know. The horror. The laziness of those mothers. Guess what? Some moms can’t. Some moms pump and GASP, need to put their breastmilk in a bottle to feed their babies. Some moms can’t produce milk and rely on formula. I use a bottle of formula maybe every two or three days because I have a milk production dip when pumping. It hurts to actually breastfeed my baby on me. The important lesson here is NO MATTER THE METHOD YOU ARE STILL FEEDING YOUR BABY.

Moms need to freaking support other moms, Lord knows we get enough criticism from our own moms, mother in laws, husbands, internet, news, strangers, etc.

Enough. Stop it. Encourage each other. We are all freaking superwomen for giving birth to a baby and for those mamas who couldn’t give birth vaginally and had a cesarean then damn kudos to y’all cuz that sucks and I’m proud of you for being able to do that and to those mamas who adopted their babies y’all are a blessing and congratulations on raising that baby/kid.

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So I guess being a wife means you have to accept your husband wanting to see your boobs and touch your butt whenever like he owns you. News to me. Last I checked I need to be obedient and submit to my husband but I don’t have to tolerate his dumbass guy wants.

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So like half the time I’m playing with my 3 month old daughter and smiling and then I start having a freaking break down. Like. She broke me physically during labor (serious back pains forever) and apparently I’m also broken mentally.