Tenacity and resilience, thy name is woman

I loved this type of full-family mayhem and I was in heaven. But always, as always, forever conscious of what Chezky was doing, where he was, was everything safe

This first session was a getting-to-know-you, but my real goal was to dive into EMDR

Pain ripped through me as they put their finger on the very sore spots that I still grappled with

It wasn’t until a month after the chasunah that I sat down with my husband and addressed the nagging issue we’d been avoiding

How would people react? I did not want pity. But pity was the last vibe circulating in the hotel conference room

“You’re not kicking him out.” Her voice softened. “You’re launching him into independent life”

“It won’t happen again,” I said firmly, and turned to my schnitzel, wanting to end the whole conversation.

For the first time, a little voice whispered in my consciousness, Chezky has to have somewhere else to live

“This is the resident doctor at the hospital. You must come and get your son immediately. We are not equipped to deal with him here.”

Nothing in the world could have prepared me for that horror — that Chezky now thought I was the enemy itself