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Shattered Vows - Chapter 1

Peter B. Parker (ASTV) x Bonnie Soileau (original character)

Important information: Bonnie uses she/they pronouns and so the pronouns used to refer to them will alternate.

Bars in New York had a certain decrepit charm to them. The bustling of patrons bumbling about, searching for their next fix of liquid courage to ease their weary souls. The Pour House was no different to this. It was just a small pub on the east side of Manhattan. It was, to put it lightly, a diamond in the rough. The inside reeked of piss and hopelessness, the creaky barstools and perpetually sticky booths were scuffed and scratched from years of misuse, and the televisions only tuned to one channel; a foreign station that only showed elaborate dog shows or promoted the next skinny tea or what-have-you. Contrary to what you’d believe, the Pour House was one of the more popular bars on that side of the city, a fact that generally meant that the tips were great.

Bonibel Soileau wiped back her sweat-soaked hair as she wiped down the counters, grimacing as they brought the cloth over a particularly nasty spot of grime. Friday evenings always drew out the crowds, and Bonnie certainly had their work cut out for them. While she had pockets stuffed with cash tips and the occasional loose piece of candy, she was worked to the bone making sure the patrons were taken care of, the bar was as pristine as its porous wood surface allowed, and their coworkers weren’t drowned in the influx of customers. To say she was stressed would be a gross understatement. They rubbed at her red-ringed eyes and tossed the cloth back into its murky solution of water and diluted cleaner. She had to practically peel their bangs from her forehead as they made their way over to a customer and took their order. The sound of trashy 2000s pop blasted from overhead speakers to drown out the sounds of petty arguments and slurred words as Bonnie poured watered-down beer from the tap before they slid it over to the customer. She leaned against the bar and sighed, rubbing at their temples to try and soothe the pounding in her head before they felt a rhythmic buzzing in her pocket.

They frowned and looked down as they pulled out their bedazzled flip phone, eyes narrowing when she saw the caller ID. She scoffed and flipped it open, blood running cold when she saw how many missed calls she had. She quickly pulled off her apron, mind racing as they quickly ran to the back, informing her boss she was going out for a smoke break. They stowed out into the alleyway and immediately redialed the number, anxiously pacing around the small alley as they went through all of the text messages. Texts demanding she returns the calls, that they needed to get off their ass and call back. Bonnie felt rage bubble up in their chest as the phone let out extended rings, blood boiling as it went on. Finally, he picked up the phone and Bonnie brought it to her ear.

“Charles, what the fuck? You know damn well you can’t call me like that when I’m at work, good lord,” they growled, southern drawl thick with her stress. She heard her ex-husband scoff on the other end, the sounds of passing cars and his turn signal beeping ringing through the phone.

“Lighten up, Bonibel, you need to fucking relax,” Charles countered, cursing under his breath, “Listen, something came up so you need to take Madeleine earlier. I’m on my way now.” Bonnie felt their chest tighten and they immediately brought a hand up to rub at the bridge of their nose.

“No- I can’t, you know I’m working a double, I’m not supposed to have her until Saturday,” they said quickly, practically feeling his annoyance radiating through the phone.

“I don’t know what to tell you, Bonibel. You need to get your ass home and be a mother before I call up the attorney,” he warned and Bonnie felt their heart pit out in their chest. Her mind raced through everything, she wasn’t even fully unpacked, Maddy wouldn’t have anywhere to sleep, she’d have to find someone to cover, she’d-

“Please just- let me finish up my shift. Please, I need to finish up and find someone to take over. Please, Charles, take her out for dinner or something, I’ve got fifteen left on this shift. I’ll even wire you the money to take her out. Just- please,” she begged quietly, holding their hand over the receiver. There was silence on the other end before she heard him grumble something to their daughter in the back seat.

“Fine, fine. You’ve got thirty minutes to get home. I don’t care what you’ve gotta do but you’ll be home or I will be contacting the custody office,” he snarled before hanging up. Bonnie quickly shoved their phone into her pocket once more and hurried back into the bar, tying back her apron as she approached her manager and hurriedly explained the situation. Jill had always been sympathetic to her situation, and though reluctant, offered to take up her next shift. Bonnie felt the tension relieved in their shoulders when she begrudgingly agreed and she quickly went back to man the bar before Jill changed her mind. Mostly everyone at the bar was a regular and had all ready been cared for, however, Bonnie saw a new face straying at the end of the bar, engrossed in the latest paraded pomeranian on the screen above his head. She frowned and approached him. Just one more customer, she could deal with one more.

She cleared her throat when they approached the man, startling him from his engrossment. He looked back at her with a deer-in-headlights expression before his face softened upon seeing her uniform. “Hey there, sugar, you been helped yet?” she smiled, leaning against the bar. The man shook his head, glancing up at the television for a split second before he turned his attention back to her.

“Nope, not just yet. Was just about to flag you down, actually,” he yawned, rubbing at his stubbled jaw as he scrunched his face, “I’ll just have your cheapest scotch over light ice,” he hummed, a request that earned a short snort from Bonnie.

“My kinda drink,” they quipped as she pulled out a chilled glass and filled the bottom with pebbled ice before they poured out one of their cheaper liquor. Sure, it smelled and tasted like battery acid but it’d get you drunk in a pinch. She slid the glass over to the guy, the latter snatching it up and immediately going in for a gulp. Bonnie watched with a bemused look, leaning against the counter as she watched his face contort, honeyed eyes widening as he took a big sip of his drink. The man started hacking and coughing in a fit and Bonnie laughed at his reaction, shaking their head as she pushed away from the bar and went to queue up a tab for him, “yeah, that ain’t an all-in-one-gulp sorta drink,” they teased as she typed up on the screen, eyes catching him watching her, “can I get a name for the tab, please?” she hummed, observing as the man set his drink down and donned a scrunched up nose.

“Could have warned me before I went all in, you know,” he huffed, taking an amble sip from his drink. He acknowledged her question with a hum, “Peter,” he offered, hearing the tap of her fingers against the little screen.

“All right then, just flag me down whenever you want another drink, all right? If I’m not there someone else will be happy to help you out,” she hummed, watching as Peter nodded and slid over a few bills. She cocked up a brow and took the two singles, thanking him as she shoved them in their apron and went to finish up her last few obligations before she left.

Peter sat at the bar and watched the dog show above, slowly sipping on his drink. The liquid burned down his throat and left a pit of nausea seated in his gut. It wasn’t all that pleasant, however, he didn’t fully mind it. He simply sat there idly and enjoyed the show, minding his own when a sudden pain shot through his head. He grimaced and brought his hand up to his head, scrunching his eyes closed as his senses went into overdrive. He groaned softly as his senses tapered off to a low hum and Peter mentally prepared himself for what was to come. He shot up, knocking over his drink in the process, and bolted out, unencumbered by the bartender calling after him to pay off his tab. He disappeared through the crowd leaving Bonnie standing there, unpaid tab and a nasty sludge of now congealed scotch running down the bar. They groaned and grabbed the washcloth, wringing it out before they went over to wipe down the bar.

“We really shouldn’t be selling this shit to people,” they grumbled.

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The bus pulled up a few blocks from Bonnie’s apartment, the exhausted bartender reluctantly getting up from their seat. She thanked the bus driver before they began the arduous 3-block trek back to her building. With every step their bones ached and she was thankful they didn’t have to stick around for another shift. Her building soon came into view, and so did that all-too-familiar red 2006 Ford Escape. They took a deep breath in and hesitantly approached the vehicle, catching sight of Charles’s lips pressed tightly together and his brow furrowed when he saw her. He rolled down the window and shot Bonnie a glare.

“You reek like booze, have you been drinking?” he shot her an accusatory glower. Bonnie’s nostrils flared as they went to the back door and carefully opened it, leaning in to unbuckle Maddy from her seat. The tired girl whined in protest and clung to her mom, the latter looking up to the driver’s seat.

“You know I’m not allowed to drink on the job,” she said shortly as they scooped Maddy into her arms and cradled her head against the crook of their neck, “did you end up going out?” she asked, gently soothing her sleeping daughter as she quietly closed the door and went back up to Charles’s open window.

“Just got some fast food, you know how it is,” he waved dismissively. Bonnie frowned but nodded, pressing a kiss to the side of Maddy’s head.

“Right- well, I’ll see you next Friday. I’ll have Maddy call you tomorrow night,” they nodded, earning a glare from Charles.

“Her name is Madeleine. What kind of mother can’t even call her daughter by her name,” he snarled. Bonnie bit the insides of her cheeks and simply nodded, not looking for a fight at that point. Maddy raised her head, eyes heavy as Charles beckoned his daughter towards him, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “I’ll see you soon, pumpkin,” he cooed, ruffling up her hair before Bonnie pulled back and watched the car pull out of the turnabout. Bonnie stared after the car for a few moments before hearing the tired croak of Maddy telling her she was cold. Bonnie gently rubbed a hand over Maddy’s back and turned on their heels to head into the apartment building, a blast of warm air immediately hitting the pair once they stepped past the threshold.

The elevator up to the tenth floor was quiet, the sounds of Maddy’s gentle breathing soothing Bonnie as the elevator creaked and hauled the duo up to her apartment. It dinged once they’d reached their floor and Bonie quietly padded over the carpeted hallway to her apartment. They shifted their hold on Maddy and carefully dug into their apron to pull out their keys, fiddling around before they found the right one and jangled the lock open. They moved to set Maddy down on the couch, helping the girl shed her shoes before they went over to the door and pulled off their own sneakers. She grumbled and rubbed at the sore soles of their feet, grimacing as they brushed the pad of their thumb over a blister formed on their heel. She sighed and sat down, looking around the apartment. Moving boxes piled on every available space. Even though it had been weeks since they’d moved in she didn’t have the will to unpack just yet. Everything still felt so fresh and raw the thought of unpacking her life and putting it back together again made them physically ill. Their eyes fell on Maddy, quietly asleep on the couch, and she smiled softly.

From another room, Bonnie heard the chaotic crash of boxes as little tiny feet barrelled into the living room. She was assaulted by the tiny yowls of her cat, Fenêtre, the black fluffball excited to see his mom. Bonnie donned a bemused grin and shook their head, scoffing playfully as they followed the beckoning cat into the kitchen. “What is it, hm? You hungry, sweetie? You poor thing, must’ve just run out,” she cooed, seeing the few remnants of kibble still collected at the bottom of the bowl. It didn’t take long for them to pour out a bowl of food for the demanding kitty. “Good grief, little love, you’re a glutton is what you are,” they snorted and gave him a few head scratches before they grabbed some clean-ish clothes and towels from one of her boxes. She was grimy and sweaty and in desperate need of some creature comforts.

Before they made their way towards the bathroom Bonnie grabbed one of their blankets from her little makeshift bed and brought it over to the couch, draping the comforter over Maddy’s sleeping form. She smiled warmly and kneeled beside the couch, pushing the girl’s hair back as they pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. Her daughter unconsciously snuggled into the plush fabric of the blanket and Bonnie gently ruffled up her hair before they pulled away from the couch and headed into the bathroom, running the warm water for a much-needed shower. They glanced in the mirror and grimaced at the evidence of her exhaustion; her red-rimmed eyes, sunken cheeks, dry and chapped lips, scraggly hair, it all just made her groan and attempt to wipe the tiredness from her face before she turned to strip down.

Her body trembled softly at the sudden coldness invading her senses. Their skin goosebumped and reddened ever so slightly before they stepped into the shower and sighed as the warm water flowed over their tired skin, alleviating the tension built up from the day. She just stood there for a long time, not daring to move as the water dulled her senses. Their shoulders slumped forward and Bonnie found themselves wiping at her face, feeling the beginnings of hot tears welling up in the corners of their eyes. They let out an exasperated laugh and shook her head, opting to grab her old loofah. She globbed some old children’s body wash onto the mesh and began scrubbing incessantly at her skin, mind dulling as she watched her arms redden under her intense rubbing.

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It was around one in the morning when Peter Benjamin Parker stumbled through the open window to his apartment, wheezing and aching after the intensity of the fight. He trembled uncontrollably as he crawled over to his mattress and sunk back onto it, letting out a pained groan as the blankets enveloped his body. He reached up and haphazardly pulled at his mask, cool air invading his senses as he rubbed at the fresh bruises and cuts on his face. Though his accelerated healing factor was certainly setting in by then, he could still feel the sting of pain as he brushed his gloved hand over the gashes on his stubbled chin.

He sat up reluctantly and pulled at the fabric of his suit, wincing somewhat as the spandex pulled away from his sore skin. He grumbled upon seeing the extent of his injuries before he tossed his suit into a pile of dirty laundry somewhere in the corner. He rubbed at his eyes as he got up from the mattress and moved to head to the kitchen, however, in his borderline-delirious stupor, Peter accidentally knocked into some moving boxes. They tumbled to the ground and Peter grimaced as the nightly silence that often accompanied such early hours was broken by the loud crash and breaking of glass. Comically, the crashing did not stop there, and like a domino effect, a few other boxes followed suit, falling to their demise and breaking whatever contents lay haphazardly shoved into the cardboard.

“Oh fuck me,” Peter growled and kicked a box out of his way. He couldn’t care to tidy up whatever he’d just messed up at that point. He tried to resume his trek to his kitchen once more, however, something made him pause. His senses tingled as something approached his door, something that clearly wasn’t happy. He flinched somewhat as that something began banging on his door. It was just a few raps, however, the boom of a fist connecting with the door made it evident enough that he really didn’t want to open up. He stilled and stayed quiet for a long while, hoping that whoever it was would get bored and just leave. Of course, he wasn’t that lucky, and the banging came back with a vengeance. He cursed silently under his breath and advised the banger that he'd be there in just a moment. He struggled to pull on a pair of grease-stained sweatpants as he hopped his way to the front. Peter took in a deep breath before he slowly turned the knob and opened the door just enough to see whoever insisted on breaking down his door that early in the morning. He was startled back at the person in front of him, a glint of familiarity shining in his eyes.

The bartender stood on the other side of the door, arms crossed underneath her chest as she glared up at Peter. Her hair was damp and clung to their neck and their face was scrubbed clean of the makeup she’d previously donned but it was unmistakably them. Peter poked his head from behind the door and looked at her, offering an expectant look as she straightened out.

“Do you have any idea what time it is and you’re makin’ that much raucous? Do you have any goddamned decency?” she whisper-yelled, face contorted into a furious scowl. Peter frowned somewhat and opened his mouth to speak, however, the little firecracker in front of him immediately shut him up, cutting him off before he even had the chance, “you need to quiet the fuck down, people are trying to sleep, children are trying to sleep. I swear to god if you don’t shut up-” she stopped and narrowed their eyes, stepping closer to the door. Peter backed up some and watched as she gripped the edge of the door and swung it open enough to see his face. Recognition spread across her features before the scowl returned, “you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me, you’re the jackass who didn’t pay his tab, Peter, right?” they snarled, shoving a finger to his chest, “I don’t have the time nor the patience to deal with you right now. You shut the fuck up and pay your tab, that shit comes outta my paycheque if you don’t.”

“Right right, sorry about that,” Peter grunted out, watching the deep-seated frown on the woman’s face. She turned and stormed back to their apartment beside his, not in the mood to chastise him anymore that night. Peter felt a familiar bubble of sass curdling up his throat and before he could stop it he blurted out, “awe, c’mon now, don’t be like that. Does this mean we can’t be buddies? What a shame.” The woman shot a glare over their shoulder and offered up an obscene hand gesture in response, quickly opening their door and essentially slamming it shut behind her. Peter flinched at the sound and grumbled as he shut his door and reset the deadbolt, rubbing at his stubbled throat, nostrils flaring as he went back to his kitchen. He pulled out a box of day-old pizza and grabbed a slice, biting into the cold dough. He brushed his hand over his face, feeling that most of his previous bruising and gashes had mostly cleared up. He sighed and trudged back to his living room, plopping himself back on his mattress as he chowed down on his cold pizza and flipped on his television, clicking on one of his preferred nature channels.

He leaned into the bed, weary eyes fixated on the little puffins honking about across his screen. He sighed and turned onto his back, taking another bite before he set the pizza slice somewhere on his mattress, much too tired to continue eating. He felt the weight of the day crashing down on him and it took all of Peter’s strength not to start bawling out like a baby right then and there. The familiar prickles of tears in his eyes and sharp rawness erupted in his nostrils and Peter groaned softly, burying his face into his pillow as his body shook with unshed sobs. He ached for comfort as he yanked his blanket up and settled into his bed, trembling as the sounds of the narrator and puffins on his television became white noise and lolled him into a state of whatever relaxation he could achieve. He turned over and curled up into the fetal position, hugging his knees to his chest as he sniffled and scrunched his eyes shut. Maybe tomorrow would be a better day? Yeah, he held out hope that the next day would be better.

The battered hero’s tears slicked down his cheeks and dried up as he nuzzled his face into the plush pillow beneath his head, taking in the familiar atmosphere and scent of his apartment. He rocked himself gently and eventually soothed himself down enough to fall asleep, the day was forgotten as he fell into a flitting sleep, Yeah, tomorrow would be better.

#peter b parker #original character #oc x canon #alternate universe #mary jane watson #divorcedmom #milf.#dilf.

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afn-4-blog · 25 days

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yesrandyandy42 · 29 days

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queefasaurusrex · 2 months

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I have this weird sixth sense that tells me if someone is a child of divorce or not

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caramelmakiato · 2 months

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It's like I have wings. But I fly with one side of it. It could've been nice if they're fly together. But then again, they were choose to not.

But then again, no one to blame. It's just me, being chosen to fly in those typa skies. 🪽

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lokiravenwood · 3 months

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I've moved a fair few times throught my life.

4 times in the last 2 years as I entered adulthood

But while I was a child I moved a few times as well. More so after my parents divorced.

When people ask me, where did I grow up, I usually list the name of the town where I lived when I graduated highschool.

Though I suppose I could also list the town where I lived between ages 5 and 12. Thats where I'd stay with my father before we moved to my stepmothers' house.

But my mother. She moved out, and we went through a couple of places. There was once a duplex, across the street from the primary school, and next to a baseball field and a pond. And close enough to the BMX track that I could bike there in no time

But honestly. I think it was the house after that. When my mother met her second husband we moved to this house, in the middle of the woods that came with fice acres of land with the property.

That house... it was a white farm house. With a main floor, an upstairs and a basement.

It has this double shed behind it.

A perfectly circular pond in front of it.

A little hill on the edge of the forest.

Marshlands with tall reeds and cattails

And the forest, it had paths we would follow, and ride 4 wheelers on, and huge trees we would climb.

In one of the double sheds we made a club house. My brothers and I, along with our new step siblings.

By the pond we mad our own BMX track

Through the woods we rode 4wheelers and mountain bikes.

We put a pool in the backyard and added a wooden deck next to it

On the side of the garage, that was between the house and the sheds, there was a raspberry bush and it bloomed in the summer. We would pick them and fill so many buckets with them, and we would turn some of them into Jam that my mother would can.

There was also a kennel with a doghouse already installed.

We got 2 black labs at that house

Oh! There was also a huge screened in porch! It was so much fun inside it, there was a couch and a table to play cards on.

And on the other side of the house from that where was a greenhouse room! So we had plants growing through the year! And next to it was a massive willow tree. Growing along the side was honey suckle, which we ate all the time when we could.

We would have amazing parties, where adults would came and stand around a massive bonfire! And the kids they brought with them would play with me and my siblings. Running through the woods, and trying to start our own "kid fires". One of the time while starting a "kid fire" one of my younger brothers took a burning stick and tride to shive it in while my hands where in the way and burned me with it, that wasn't fun.

Inside though, the living room was nice, but the downstairs was better. Concrete floors, but we set up couches and beanbags in front of a huge box tv where we would all get together and watch movies and play with the Wii

There was a Sauna down there, and the handle was an antler

Therewas a bar as well, with a minni fridge and microwave and a little TV that didn't work, mounted in the corner. I used to make Easy Mac all the time with the microwave down there.

Upstairs was where me and my brothers slept. I shared a room with the youngest. But it was a horse shoe shaped room. And we put our dressers back to back in the middle to separate it more. But in my side of the room there was a hidden door in the wall, like out of Coraline, that lead to a hidden room where I had light and I kept most of my books. I called it my "Harry Potter room".

My other brother shared the second upstairs room with our step brother. They where very close in age and both did the same sports. They honestly acted and looked more like brothers than he and I did. They. The room was massive though, and had a full size door that lead to additional storage space.

When you lest the rooms though, you walked out into a hallway/landing that had a Wright iron railing thay prevented us from falling down the stairs. And we had our own bathroom up there as well.

Actually, it was in thay space where I broke my first bones. I'd gotten into a fight with one of my younger brothers (the sporty one) and he had taken the Iron Fire Poker that we had downstairs and was trying to stab me with it. I'd grabbed the plunger from the upstairs bathroom to try and defend myself when eventually I managed to punch him in the back of his head heard enough that I shattered 4/5 nuckles in that hand. I was 10 at the time and he was 7. He ran away down the street after, but cam back as he always did and I got a black cast to wear. Granted no one could really sign it because of the coloring. Live and learn though right.

Anyways. When you get down to the main floor. It was kind of like a big circle with a huge cubic brick fireplace and chimney in the middle. When you waled through the front doors you would be in the living room where we had this I'd beat up couch and 2 recliner love seats. And another old boxy TV with a Tvo (I think it's tvo, we where able to record shows with it) and if you continues right going around therough the living room would be the dining area. From there if you looked left that lead into a kitchen and if you looked right you would see double doors that lead to the greenhouse porch. Left through the kitchen also had a door out the the backyard and the door to the downstairs. But if you continued through the kitchen you pass by the stairs going upstairs, along with the main bathroom, my mother and stepfather room, and my step sisters room. Now her room was really cool because through it was also the door to the massive screaned in porch. Granted she would get annoyed when we would use her room to go out there in the summer. She also had her own TV which st the time I didn't think was fair. Considering she was like, 7/8 and I was the oldest and I didn't even get my own room.

We also had tons of cats at that house. Just outdoor cats thay would have tons of kittens due to the local tom cats. But hey when you have a house with 5 pre pubescent kids, kittens are a wonderful distraction.

We only stayed for about 2 years. We wanted to buy the place but the owner didn't want to sell, and im sure some other stuff happened but we eneded up having to move. Which we did, after which my mother's second marriage fell apart. We moved again. And again. And again. And again. Though after that 4th move I was 21 and moved out on my own. And now here I am at 24. Planning my next move to a townhouse thays at the edge of a forest and abandoned farm, and remembering a time when I felt most at home.

How fun, these trips down memory lane

#stories #true story #childhood #memories #growing up #my life #my childhood #divorcedmom #broken bone trigger warning #home

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pretoriawinright · 3 months

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#love relationship marriage #youtube #marriage #divorcedmom

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drstaceylynn · 3 months

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My journey into mindfulness did not unfold in an ivory tower of academic pursuits but emerged from the well of personal challenges. In the corridors of college life, I grappled with the dichotomy of being both an athlete and an individual silently battling bulimia. This struggle would eventually become a crucial puzzle for understanding the mind-body connection.

Diagnosed with anxiety and depression, my journey has been a daily negotiation with the shadows that can eclipse the light of the present moment. Through this very struggle, the seeds of mindfulness were sown—seeds that would later blossom into a profound understanding of the transformative power of being fully present.

Tumultuous chapters have marked my personal life, including my pregnancy, which was threatened by my past eating disorder, and a marriage to a narcissist that ultimately led to a high-conflict divorce. The subsequent journey of parental alienation that threatened to sever the precious bond with my daughter—a journey fraught with heartache and resilience. The death of a parent from COVID-19 - and finally, as a parent navigating the trials of a teenage daughter's multiple chronic illnesses, the need for resilience and presence became not just a philosophical concept but a daily practice.

In the pages of “A Mindful Triumph,” I wear the hat of both an expert and a fellow traveler. The academic rigor of my credentials is coupled with the raw authenticity of a life lived with its share of triumphs and tribulations. Using personal stories and professional insights, "A Mindful Triumph" is a testament to mindfulness's transformative journey—one that transcends theory to become a lived experience.

#mindfulness #parenting #mindbodysoul #mindbodyconnection #psychology #overcomingchallenges #triumph #parentalalienation #narcissistic personality disorder #divorcedmom #highconflictdivorce

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nikkihaas81 · 2 months

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#woman #strong #divorcedmom #my kids #my heart

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talktoangel2 · 11 months

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Single Parenting: A Guide to Raising Responsible Children

Single parenting is becoming increasingly common in today's society, with many parents raising their children on their own. While this can be a rewarding experience, it can also come with its own set of challenges and issues.

What is the concept of single parenting?

Single parenting is a family structure in which one parent is responsible for raising their child or children without the involvement of a partner or spouse.

Solo Parenting can occur as a result of a variety of circumstances, including divorce, separation, death of a partner, or choice to parent alone.

However, Solo Parenting can also provide opportunities for personal growth, resilience, and self-discovery.

How to Cope with Single Parenting Challenges

Single parenting can present unique challenges and can be stressful and overwhelming at times. “Online counseling” can provide a safe and supportive space for Independent Parenting to discuss their experiences and feelings related to single parenting.

Some ways to cope with issues in Independent Parenting include:

Seek out support: Connect with friends, family members, or a support group for single parents. You may feel more connected and less alone as a result of this.

Taking good care of oneself: - It’s critical to put your own physical and psychological well first. This may entail getting enough rest, eating healthfully, and participating in enjoyable activities.

Establish routines: Establishing predictable routines can help create stability and structure for you and your children. This can include routines for meals, bedtime, and household chores.

Communicate openly with your children: Talk to your children about what's going on and be honest with them about the challenges you're facing. Encourage them to share their feelings and concerns with you as well.

Overall, coping with issues in Independent Parenting requires a combination of support, self-care, structure, and communication. By taking care of yourself and establishing routines and boundaries, you can create a positive and supportive environment for yourself and your children.

To read more:- https://www.talktoangel.com/area-of-expertise/parenting

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dailyhealthcareblog · 1 year

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What can be used against you in a divorce?

If you have been wondering what can be used against you in a divorce as a mom, dad, or newly wedded couple it is important to be conscious of whatever you are doing whenever you feel that the marriage is not habitable again.

As one who wants a divorce from his/her partner, keep reading this article to see for your self.

Things

What is divorce

Divorce simply means when a marriage is dissolved. It can also be said that when two mature married couple comes to agreement that they are know longer compatible together so they file for a divoce for them to separate from each other.

In some cases, one can see a divorce a choice when the marriage he/she is into is no longer inhabitable, very toxic and can’t cope with it. It is advisable to leave the marriage if you have been trying to fit in for long but it seems it wasn’t working, you Bett leave before you are out of the picture (world).

What are the Reasons for Divorce

You have to get this at the back of your mind, before a divorce happen their must be a disagreement somewhere.

Here are the possible main reasons for divorce, they include

Domestic violence

Infidelity

Psychological stress

Psychological Abuse

Physical abuse

Lack of commitment

Family

Adultry

Finance

Sustance Abuse

Irriconcilable difference

ADULTERY

The word adultery have done more harm than good in marriage. Research has it that couples who have divorced for the past 5 years are because of adultery. This applicable to both gender, because male cheat and women also cheat. The High rate of adultery in the society is alarming and we (you and I) have been wondering what could be done to cutdown the rate of adultery in the society.

Here are most of the things that can help to reduce the rate of adultery…

TRUTHFULNESS: Being truthful to both parties can play a great effect in this journey. If you have a truthful partner I assure you that this can aswell reduce.

COMMUNICATION: This is the key for a good marriage. If you really wants your marriage (union) to last longer communication will be one of the keys to use to get what you really wants.

FINANCE

Finance also has it’s own effect on divorce, because one can’t eat truelove. Yes truelove matters alot but without money or hoping that money will be coming from this investment, you will see that the love will shatter and they will be misunderstanding here and there. It is advisable to have something doing before being in a union with some else child.

DOMESTIC VIOLENCE

As a man you don’t have any right to beat up your wife no matter what. Being able to handle or to treat each other according will really help you both in your union. Understanding is key and being able to solve the issue amicably is the real goal there.

As a partner being able to hear each other out is very important because it will reduce somany act of domestic violence.

LACK OF COMMITMENT

Being committed to each other will really you out as one that is in union with someone. What is a happy union? This when you and your pattern are happily living together. You both can easily sort out your difference and can be able to resolve any issue at a giving point in time.

FAMILY

Family is also anoth factor that increases the rate of divorce in our society nowadays. Taking issues that suppose to be resolved amicably indoors, and without nobody knowing about it. Then when family comes in they start judging and siding for their own child, you see that problem has just started as at that point. Being able to resolve issues without involving family members, friends is very important. Resolving issues without involving family members shows that you both are good together and should be called worthy partners.

IRRICONSILABLE DIFFERENCES

This is also one of the challenge factors in marriage. When one can not be able to reconcile with his/her partner, it becomes a problem.

This why it is important to attain marriage classes so that you both will be prepared for what you are entering into.

Who causes divorce more?

According to research, divorce has become a food to most women. Most women derive joy in it reasons best known to them. This doesn’t mean that men don’t file for divorce but research has it that 70% comes women.

Effects of divorce

There are alot of effects that comes after you might have divorced your partner.

Most often times the negative side effects of your divorce may not affect you but your children.

It is important to consider the children you have before filing for a divorce, this is because it may affect them mentally and otherwise. Keep reading

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