“He’s Not Moving Away From Me,” She Said. I Packed My Bags and Left Them Both Behind

assume I’d understand, and look genuinely confused when I expressed frustration.

“She’s my mother,” he’d say, as if that explained everything, excused everything, made everything reasonable.

I tried. God, I tried. I was pleasant during her drop-by visits that always happened during dinner. I smiled through her subtle criticisms about my housekeeping,continue reading …