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Hi there. My story begins here, when my parents first divorced. My parents started drifting apart when my Nana died. My father was abusive. He was screaming at my mom for hours for not doing something correctly, up to his standards. he called her worthless, pathetic, and a terrible mother. Our house had always sparkled. It was always clean. He never did anything around the house. He just came home and yelled and fought. My mom, had finally divorced him, after years of fighting. She moved out. Then… my father began abusing me. He hated me for siding with my mom. He said I was too much like her. He thought my mom “brainwashed” me to hate him, despite me watching him try to kill her. Surprisingly, the thing that stung the most about all of this, is that my dad and me used to be incredibly incredibly close. I was his first daughter, and his only one. But he lost me after seeing what he did to my mom. This is all I can tell you here. Read below.

In a few days it'll be six months exactly since my mother's untimely death. I wrote some of my thoughts on the faith and resilience I learned from her.

Just when she thought she was safe, relaxing with her hot pocket and Lifetime movie, her husband pulled off the perfect jump scare — sending her fork flying, her heart racing, and her hot pocket doing an Olympic flip before landing right back on the plate!

My husband and I love to cook and have a bunch of fun when doing it together. Sometimes it's competitive between us, like seeing who can outcook the other. Once, we had a rib cook-off. Other times, it is to take care of each other, such as when I make him chicken soup when he is sick. I will put up the recipe for my broth and then the soup soon. But mostly, it's cooking together to spend time with each other and being creative in our cooking adventures. We pull some great collabs.

Just when I thought laundry day was going smooth, my dryer decided it was done working for the week. Guess who’s hanging clothes like it’s the 80s again?

Sometimes the weather just has other plans — like reminding me that thunder and showers don’t mix! One loud boom, one power flicker, and I was out of that shower faster than an Olympic sprinter. Lesson learned: when the sky grumbles, the shampoo waits till morning.

When I was 3 or 4, I started a full-blown hotdog meltdown over something no one could understand—“No Chewy!” My poor brother-in-law was lost until my sister translated: no chili. Once the crisis was solved, I rocked my pink curlers, ate my cheese puffs, and proudly declared victory. No Chewy, no problem. 🌭😂

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One of the eeriest tales my uncle ever told me was about a flood so heavy it swallowed the roads. He said as the rain poured and the water rose, he stood watching the current rage across the wooden bridge near his home. Then he saw them—coffins. Real coffins, drifting through the flood like a grim procession. Some sealed, some cracked open, bumping against each other as the water carried them into the night. He never said what he saw inside—only that the sight haunted him forever.

When I was six, I proudly inherited my dad’s old “billfold” on Father’s Day and strutted around like I owned the world—until I crashed my bike and learned wallets can bruise more than egos. Later that evening, I embarrassed my dad in a crowded restaurant by asking if his wallet hurt his butt. His legendary comeback about wallets only hurting when they’re empty brought the house down.

Puddles the stuffed puppy went from beloved toy to one-eared survivor—and we still can’t stop laughing about it.

A blown lightbulb, a jokester dad, and one dramatic toddler exit—welcome to the chaos of my childhood.

A simple dinner turned into a chaotic kitchen adventure when my pressure cooker decided to hiss, rattle, and drain itself like it was done with life. Between visions of lima beans exploding across the room and debating whether to unplug it or run, this daily disaster proves one thing—never trust a moody appliance.

This is my first post on Daily Disasters, where I share why I started blogging. Life has thrown me some tough challenges—loss, accidents, and everyday chaos—but I’ve learned to cope through storytelling and humor. From pressure cooker mishaps to parenting fails, this blog is about finding laughter in life’s messy moments and reminding each other that none of us have it all figured out.

Enjoy the Bible with love for God and to find your true self through this devotion. I hope you enjoy this devotion and come closer to God.

The girl with a tattoo is a story of my pain to be in love the darkness of life and the beauty of being in a relationship

The newborn stage.... is it really just a stage? Will they grow out of it or am i going to lose my mind?

This poem can be interpreted in any way, you could try to guess what the poem is originally about but the whole point of poetry is to understand it in your own way.

Extreme unsobriety thoughts in a nutshell. For realt. Very random morning thoughts in a relatable freestyle way.