He stood at the end of the driveway as she pulled up. She closed the car door and … Read more
A 40 year old statistic. Mother, battered woman, homeless, spineless at times, over-confident at others, floating with adopted family, friendships closer than blood relationships. Hopeless romantic with a smashed heart. I am the beacon of hope for three small ones, I have to put on my mask when I get to the bed where I now sleep.