Conservative commentator Candace Owens announced on Tuesday that she is pregnant with her second chiId. Owens made the announcement on social media with photos of her family and captioned the post with lyrics to a Jordan Davis song titled “Buy Dirt.”
Do what you Iove and call it work, Throw a little money in the plate at church, Send your prayers up and your roots down deep, And add a few limbs to your family tree, the lyrics read.
Owens rounded out her post with the hashtags #FamilyofFour and #July2022. Owens made headlines this week when she also slammed Dwayne Johnson, aIso known as The Rock, for walking back his support for podcast host Joe Rogan.
The Rock initially stated he supported Rogan amid a push from leftists to have him removed from Spotify, but he changed his mind when oId videos went viral of Rogan using the N-Word. Following the tweet, Owens called out Johnson and other celebrities who decided to take back their support of Rogan.
I Was Furious at My Daughter’s Birthday Gift to My Wife – Was My Punishment Justified?
My teenage daughter has been pushing my buttons when it comes to her new stepmother, but this time she went too far. My wife, her stepmother, usually buffers her when it comes to me dealing out punishment, however, her latest actions forced my hand!
Hi everyone, my name is Tom, and my wife, Mia, and I have been together for three years. This is the story of how I learned the hard way that my teenage daughter needed firmer consequences after she did something I just couldn’t forgive.
So on this fateful day, as the clock struck 8 p.m., my wife’s 42nd birthday celebration was in full swing, laughter filling our home, a stark contrast to the storm brewing under the surface.
Harper, my 17-year-old daughter from a previous marriage, had been on thin ice with Mia, but when she asked if she could join the festivities, my wife met the request with optimism.
What you need to understand is that my second wife is a wonder to behold. She’s forgiving, loving, kind, warm, understanding, considerate, caring, and so much more. This might be strange for a father to say, but those traits were something she didn’t share with her stepdaughter.
Harper seemed to lean more toward her mother’s character: vindictive, condescending, argumentative, unforgiving, sometimes cruel, and more—all the traits that caused me to divorce her mother.
“I promise to do better,” Jess mumbled, clearly not thrilled at playing the remorseful rebel.
“And I’ll return your room,” Chelsea added, sounding as convincing as a late-night infomercial host.
Beth, ever the diplomat, nodded, “Let’s work on being a family, not a reality show cast.”
So, here we are, the dust slowly settling on the battlefield. Our home is inching back towards sitcom territory, with fewer commercial breaks and more genuine laughs.
Amy got her room back, Chelsea learned the importance of boundaries, and Jess… well, Jess is still Jess, but with a bit more empathy. And me? I’m still the dragon, but now my fire breath is reserved for BBQ Sundays and roasting marshmallows, not family feuds.
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