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She woke up the next morning underneath him and scrambled to get dressed and leave. Unsure of what had happened, she avoided her attacker. Three months later, she realized she was pregnant with her rapist's child. Today, that daughter is almost 4 years old. I already had an 8-month-old little girl and had no idea how I'd care for another child. But I wasn't open to abortion.

My mother was actually encouraged to have an abortion when she was pregnant with me, and of course, I wouldn't be here if she had.

And even with all of the fears I was experiencing, I also felt an instant connection and love for this child. She was a baby, she was defenseless, and she was mine to protect and love. I'm not a religious person, but I always felt that she came to me for a reason. I know it sounds terrible, but I didn't want society to think I was stupid.

So I did nothing. I was so mad, I wanted her out of our lives completely. But she later apologized. Before she was born, I secretly wondered if I might resent her, but I definitely don't. As soon as I held her, any thought of resentment was gone forever. And I've never looked back. It's only been three years since Carin Yates first took her daughter Sydney to a Gap print ad audition.

But since then, the now 9-year-old and her sister, Jordan, 5, have modeled for many more companies, including DKNY and the Children's Place; both girls have even inspired dolls. And if an audition conflicts with something that is important to them, I'll cancel it. I can always see it in their faces when something really matters. Then a friend whose child modeled finally talked me into taking Sydney to meet an agent. When we went on that first audition, for Gap, she got a callback, but it was Jordan [then 2] who booked it.

The girls have auditioned ever since. Their earnings go straight into college funds, except for a small amount that we use to cover their modeling expenses. I don't want to say how much they've made, but they'll have no trouble paying for school. My husband teaches, and I work part time, so we wouldn't be able to save much otherwise.

She's athletic, she's not a twig. So as soon as she's expected to weigh something that isn't natural for her, we'll quit modeling. Dooce seemed authentic to readers, so many of whom were also moms, and a community was born. Armstrong was a constant presence in the comments section and wrote regular posts on the site to answer reader-submitted questions. Mundane stories about finding a raccoon in a chimney and buying new kitchen appliances drew in audiences, but it was the honesty and humor with which Armstrong wrote about parenting that was most compelling to readers.

Dooce was also one of many blogs written by Mormon women. In the late aughts , many educated Mormon women who had gotten married and had children young turned to blogging for both income and fulfillment. The religion practically primed them for the job too, according to Armstrong, since Mormons are taught to journal from a young age, and focus on creative hobbies like crafting and sewing, which was blogging gold for the booming DIY trend.

These Mormon bloggers, among other women, paved the way for a massive, lucrative industry through platforms like BlogHer.

When Armstrong began putting ads on her blog in , though, she recalls a firestorm of criticism. By , Dooce was such a thriving business that it was able to support a staff of five: Armstrong, her husband Jon, an assistant, and two babysitters. Jon Armstrong joked to the Times Magazine that while having their second child, Marlo, had been good for business, the hostility toward Dooce proved to be an even better moneymaker.

Trolls flooded Armstrong with hate mail and angry comments, and started blogs of their own to pick apart Dooce. She was a constant subject of conversation on GOMI , a website with forums dedicated to trash-talking lifestyle bloggers , and on the Blogsnark subreddit. The internet has always bred hate, but it was also a different place back then.

People felt entitled to have an opinion about her. Despite all the hate, Armstrong felt her readers were worth it. I may not be able to see your faces, but I can hear your voices. In , the Armstrongs announced they had separated in individual blog posts. I hope you will at least try to and bear with me as I linger a bit underwater. After a very painful holiday season, this is where my life is: away from my kids; away from my wife; away from my dogs.

Armstrong had spent years praising her husband as a hero who supported her through her mental illness. She had written that she loved what a good father he was, and that he was a good partner too. In reality, though, the couple had been in counseling for years. Jon Armstrong did not respond to requests for comment.

Do I want to do this to my kids? Do I want to do this to my career? Non-fans openly wrote that the news had made them gleeful. It led me from one unhealthy situation to the next. Armstrong now has custody of her two daughters for most of the year they spend summers with their father. Jon Armstrong, arguably the better half of the Dooce. It has not been easy work.

Being at the house and working in the office has been a challenge on more than just an emotional level…Coming back home to work has forced more than a few realizations. At the forefront is the abundance of ironies. That Heather is outfitting a guest room via help from a sponsor while I shop for furniture for my new place is one of the more bittersweet ones. How does one handle this gracefully? Where will this wind up? Crazy times.

According to her latest post , her husband is no longer living in the House That Blogging Built. Things have changed between Heather and I. This is true. They needed to change. No child has cancer. Yes divorce sucks but instead of saying "this sucks", they both fill their blog post with little hints to keep people guessing, and coming back for more. Would not suprise me one bit if it was all a marketing ploy for traffic. Monetize the tragedy baby! I don't doubt that they're splitting up, but they're conditioned to package it for the Internet.

Every move they've made in the past few years has had itself altered to be a witty narrative. I think Jon will transition into a normal person pretty well. Douche will struggle, but eventually she'll be able to pretend to be a nice person. With her NPD that's the best to be hoped for. Those kids are doomed, however. Especially Leta, who had the odds against her from the beginning. To everybody who ever sent an email to Dooce. She says she reads them all but doesn't always reply.

She doesn't read them. Jon or Tyrant read them and filter. I actually got a reply saying "Ha ha, you don't really think we let her read these". Not a shock, but just another indication of how fake she is. Go back and read some of her entries and keep in mind that she has a personal assistant and a nanny.

And no job. She is agonizing about her life as a single mom. The trip to see mighty girl for new year's was so hard to schedule. And going to Bangladesh with a supermodel? Good god! How will I ever survive? Here's a hint, Dooce. It's over. You can't get a job. Jon is your only chance to bring in money. It's all over. The only remnant of your "fame" is the bad taste it left in everyones' mouth.

Has anybody else noticed that since she kicked Jon out, she's putting up "sponsored" posts like crazy? It's like she's frantically grabbing for the money with both hands before it all goes away. Oh, and I noticed that Jon's been "helping" her with several of the sponsored posts. Looks like he's not as useless as she thought he was. You are all so incredibly jealous. It's obvious, and it's sad. There's never a good excuse to revel in another person's misfortune.

I am so sad to see so much evil glee here. It is incomprehensible. For all you little, tiny, miniscule people, I hope that you will live long enough to grow as a person, at least a little bit. And if you don't? Oh well. When people are elevated to a pedestal because of excellence or good works, and they smile shyly down aw, shucks , when they fall off or are pushed off people are disappointed and sad.

When people climb onto a pedestal over the backs of others, scratch and claw their way to the top, claiming credit for good works others are doing, when they fall or are pushed off people cheer.

Jealousy has nothing to do with it. Rocky - I'm using anon because I don't want any of these people visiting me, but I am Jasper's mommy. This has become a mean, mean place. May none of you ever be judged in the way you are judging others. It would be way too wicked. Hey Anonymous How you doing? Miss your blog. You must be kicking yourself now for shutting it down.

Now that you can't write post after post of "I told you so"'s and can do nothing more than take over someone ELSE'S post Look, I don't wish harm on the Armstrongs but I have to admit a part of me will chuckle when they have to go back to living the same kind of life us plebeians live They are grown adults and live online. Their choice.

I will reserve my sadness and sympathy for their innocent victims, the children and even the dogs, who must be feeling the tension. Marlo will never remember living with two parents. Doing a video about IKEA furnishing a house for a millionaire while Jon allegedly is paying out of pocket to furnish a small apartment is about the worst publicity possible for Il Dooce. I am shocked and sad about the breakup. I am hoping they get back together, but I don't have a good feeling about it.

I've always thought Heather was a clever writer and she seemed lucky to have Jon. He was devoted to her and the kids. She seems like a real handful. I hope she gets the help she needs.

Her oldest daughter has reached the age Heather was when she experienced trauma as a child, and she's acting out all over the place. In my opinion. How did that little detail slip her mind? I agree completely. Oh, the book - let's see Taking old blog posts and recycling them into a book and calling it "new"? Monetizing your daughter? Yeah, she's pretty predictable. I love this post.