I can’t imagine scrolling menus just to say, “I. Am. Angry.”
One day, she’ll be 50 and still my baby girl.
He has choices now. I made the effort to find his outlet.
I’m no longer putting all his eggs in one silent basket.
I found a diamond in the roughest world imaginable.
We share t-shirts…and he’s outgrowing them. Lord help me.
The eye contact now was very different than the eye contact mere hours earlier.
It’s easy to play the victim when people see you as one.
I reminded her that her brother loved her and would never hurt her on purpose.
It’s not about his appreciation. It’s about mine.