“Why don’t you just yell at me? Tell me I’m wasting your time? That I’m a horrible mother and wife, and I should just get divorced and leave everyone well alone?”
I define myself by motherhood, I write about it. But what made me think I knew what I was doing?
Hundreds of grateful mothers had told me I saved their families. If only I could have done the same for my own
Friendships are like dances: You learn the steps, but if one person changes direction, everyone in the circle has to adjust
“Don’t call my parents!” she says. “Don’t! You don’t — you don’t know anything! Why do you care?”
As your daughter’s eim bayit, I’ll tell her the things you forgot to tell her.