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.”
I arrived home to find the bathroom door destroyed — after discovering what had happened, I decided to file for divorce
Going on a trip with my sister was supposed to be a refreshing break before returning to my small family of three. But coming back turned into a nightmare. My husband of nine years betrayed me and our daughter in a way I couldn’t forgive, causing us to leave.
When I left for a quick two-day trip, I was content, imagining my husband, John, bonding with our daughter, Lila. But Sunday night, as I walked in the door, I was greeted by shredded wood, a broken bathroom door, and a strange tension between John and Lila.
John claimed he had to break the door when he got stuck, but his story felt off. Later, our neighbor Dave revealed the truth: Lila, scared by strange noises from the bathroom, ran to Dave for help. Rushing over, he found John inside with another woman, both screaming for him to leave.
My blood turned cold. Another woman, in our home, with our daughter in the next room? My anger boiled over. When I confronted John, he feebly insisted she was “just a friend.” I was done. That night, I packed and told him Lila and I were leaving in the morning.
The next day, we moved out. I left John with a broken home and a shattered marriage. Now, in a temporary apartment, I watch Lila smile again, knowing I made the right choice. Our family might be smaller, but at least we’re free from deceit.
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