I didn't think twice about the fact that we moved a lot, or that Dad always traveled separately. Then one day in middle school, Mom finally explained that we were fugitives.
I needed the stability they provided, but I resented the hole I was supposed to fill in their lives.
“Who would look after him if I wasn’t here?” and other questions this mom asks herself every day.
We thought we were being generous by giving my dad a week to live as a woman. But once we had that week together, we could never go back.
The D-word is a different kind of difficult when walking away means the kids aren’t yours anymore.
When I took in a twelve-year-old with PTSD, I knew it would be difficult. What I didn’t realize was how hard it would be to let her go.
When I told my parents that their daughter was about to become their son, it made it much easier to find out one of them was going through the same thing.
I was 34 years old and it was a primal attraction I couldn’t control. But this was before I discovered Johnny’s dark predilections.
The summer my parents’ marriage was falling apart, my best friend’s two moms saved me—even though my dad said they were going to Hell.
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