Jackie Johnson-Smith was having a family meal at a pizza shop in Iowa when she received an unexpected act of generosity.
“I have breastfed three children,” she posted on Facebook, sharing a photo of the dinner bill. I have nursed them in innumerable settings, both private and public, in good times and bad. Though I’ve received a lot of looks and stares, tonight makes all of that negative energy go. Tonight was my first time dining at Fongs. I breastfed my cranky infant in the booth for a while before leaving the table early to avoid disturbing the dining area.
“My spouse received this receipt from the waitress. I was emotional and unable to speak. It felt fantastic, even though I don’t deserve a pat on the back for feeding my child. The message concluded, “It’s incredible how women can empower one another and make each other feel.
Waitress Bodi Kinney wrote the statement, saying to Des Moines’ KCCI 8 News, “We need to come together and support each other when it comes to nursing our children.”
My Husband Demanded a Sixth Child or Threatened Divorce – After My Lesson, He Begged for Forgiveness on His Knees
When my husband gave me a scary ultimatum, he didn’t expect me to stand up for myself and our children. The lesson I taught him showed him how unreasonable he was being when we already had so much to be grateful for. His ultimatum ended with him begging ME for mercy!
I never thought I’d be in this position, but here I am, standing at a crossroads. I was pushed to take drastic measures when my spouse pushed me into a corner with one demand. But that demand was enough to get me to act.
My husband, Danny, has always been a devoted father and a successful businessman. He’s provided well for our family and spends lots of time at the office. This has given me the freedom to be a stay-at-home mother and raise the five beautiful daughters we already share.
But lately, his dreams of having a son “to carry on the family name” have turned into demands. And those demands have morphed into threats!
“Lisa, we NEED to have a sixth child,” he said one night after dinner. His tone was serious, almost cold.
“Danny, we already have FIVE daughters. You want me to keep having babies until we get a son?” I replied, feeling the tension rise.
“But aren’t children a blessing to you? Is it really that hard?” His words stung. We’ve had this argument many times before, but this time it felt different. It felt like an ultimatum. We continued going round in circles with neither of us willing to relent on their choices.
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