I contacted the moms. I started with my mom, telling her what happened, and what my options are. Then, I finished it with “please don’t say ‘I told you so’, I already feel broken enough.” She’d never say it, as much as she may think it. Mom didn’t call.. I told her I couldn’t handle…
This popped up for me on IG this week. I’m super amused by the “#frazzled”, considering I was moderately ok right then. It was Monday, I was just starting my second week of “alone” and “after”. Then, two hours later, I was on the side of the highway scrambling to find a debit card so…
I talked with my mother last week. Of course, it started with a text message. Mom: Call me on your lunch! I need to hear your voice Like the dutiful child I am, I called her. We chatted between bites of a fabulous dish of leftover paneer tikka masala that I’d brought in for lunch.…