I don't know if we'll ever have peace. But I know H was made for her life.
Tag: co-parenting
Gift, too.
M's Dad is in the waves of his second divorce. As the first wife and M's mother, I don't know details, but they trickle my way. Moved out to a hotel. Gambling. Restraining order. Broken down car. Rooming house. I could have made my role grand inquisitor, but M is twelve. My job is to… Continue reading Gift, too.
Middle
"You lie." Lying is an interesting human concept. On Tuesday, Match spent so much of his day having that word hurled at him. Liar is an undesirable adjective. A thing we are told not to be. Yet, of all the the undesirable things Match is, "liar" is never one I would label him with. The… Continue reading Middle
Love, Mom 