It’s the long days, the days that take forever to get started and even longer to end. The gray days, the days that are drab and drawn. The cold days. The I-feel-so-old days. The days I can only just muster up enough energy to scold myself for being lazy. For being hazy. For being slowContinue reading “The Gray Days”
Feeling guilty because I can’t wait for my troubled teen to move out.
My brothers are much healthier than I am. I think they had at least one trusted adult, and Mom never interacted with them the way she interacts with me. She was never physically violent with them. She never seemed embarrassed by them or had extreme anger toward them. They had a very different childhood to mine.