Josiah is my SON ... he is my Bonus Son. But he is NOT my Stepson.
Many of you may not know that I did not give birth to my “first born” Josiah. That, however, won’t stop me from swapping the sugar and salt in your canisters. Josiah is so much a part of me that if you don’t know I didn’t carry him for nine months, you just may not know. In fact, you won’t even find my siblings or father calling him “step.”
Of course having a “Bonus Son” means I also have a co-parent. And that is where some would usually grab the popcorn and blanket. But this is the REMIX. Many co-parent stories start with the Wicked...
I recently read that 50% of America's children will see their parents divorce. That one statement hit me like a ton of bricks, but sadly I can relate. I was raised in a divorced home, and now my dear son is living it too.
I was married at the mere age of 20 years old. I was told to wait, I was told to think things over before I rushed into a marriage, but like I said, I was 20 years old. At 20, I had just enough freedom to know that I was the one who made decisions in my life, and with that knowledge my boyfriend and I got married. A short three months later the little white and pink...