It was brought to my attention a while ago when it came to rumors about my blog (so weird) and what I post. I thought now would be a good time to clear some things up for those people.
What is up with “Elle”?
When I started this blog, I was absolutely, positively going to remain anonymous. Ha! The biggest issue was because my husband is in the military and was teaching at the time. He had concerns that his students would come across my writing. That’s why I started writing under “Elle”. But then I was getting more writing opportunities, which I honestly wasn’t expecting, and ended up sticking with writing under a pseudonym.
To be honest, after being sent some of these rumors and reading them, I’m very glad I keep it that way.
I “came out” to friends and family I know in real life and that’s why I’m more open about it on my private Facebook.
I also see the same posts on other sites.
Yes, yes you do. And? If you look on posts written at the bottom of one of those sites, it even states that I originally posted the content on This Is Mommyhood.
You try way too hard to be funny and you’re just not. You end up looking like an idiot.
But you lost a child back in March and you just don’t seem to be grieving about it on your blog like I think you should. What’s up with that?
Oh my god, I am so, so sorry about that! How could I do such a thing to you?
I had many reasons to start this blog 4 years ago. What I love so much about it is that in reality I am so painfully shy and very quiet to those I don’t really know. But when I write, my real personality comes out. I can be way too open and I know that. When I lost Ben, I was certain I would write plenty about the horrible pain and heartbreak I have over losing my son.
And I have written about him. I just haven’t published it. It’s very hard for me to talk about it, even to my own mother. Writing about ANYTHING else is what I’ve needed. I couldn’t even tell you how emotionally and physically upset I get every single day. Well I could, but who really wants to hear that day after day.
A classmate of the little hummingbird has a brother that is close to what Ben’s age would be. Whenever I see him, my stomach drops. I’ll get a lump in my throat and my heart feels like it’s going to pound out of my chest. Then the tears start and I have to keep it together until I get my daughter and myself into the car.
As much as I share (and I share a lot), there are plenty of things I don’t. There are moments I just want to keep for myself. Especially when it comes to my daughter and baby boy.
If you’re a parent, you already know how many times your child turns you into a puddle of emotions each day and the love you feel is beyond anything else.
I could write about all of that sugary stuff, but I rather write about the every day things that can drive me crazy or make me laugh when it comes to being a wife and mother. It’s my release.
I don’t think you were really pregnant.
I’m FB friends with you and I’m contributing to these rumors.
You’re so kind. Looks like I need to filter out some people.
You’re still not funny and what it the deal with you talking about your vagina?
Well, you’re in luck. My vagina is doing pretty dandy these days but if you aren’t happy with what I write, there are countless other sites that you can read instead.