It’s hard to breathe. I was exhausted and scared and confused when I started the week. I didn’t know it could all be multiplied. The holiday rush began and I started out behind schedule. No baking done. No cleaning done. Come Monday morning when I left the house to attend court-ordered custody mediation, the house… Continue reading Hope Fades Quickly
His absence gave my mother the space she needed to find herself. It gave my sisters and me the possibility for peace we hadn’t known. The moments when he would come back into our lives wreaked havoc on any progress I’d made, more often than not he’d be drunk and embarrassing. These occasions opened old wounds and it became very clear to me that the best thing he could do was to stay away.