The Little Boy That Could. And Will.

It’s happening. It’s really happening. And it’s happening tomorrow. I have been walking around with my tear ducts seemingly prepared to spill over at the slightest trigger — a song, a memory, a glance his way. I have been waiting for this for the past five-and-a-half years. I am still not ready for this. Will [ Read More ]

Pain Layered Over Pain.

Owen hurt me yesterday.  Again. He has hit me and kicked me and punched me on a daily basis for over a year now.  About eight months ago he even gave me a black eye when he sucker-punched me with his bottle one morning in bed.  My feelings about these incidents are complex and difficult [ Read More ]