Part2: Last night my son hit me, and I didn’t cry. This morning I brought out the fine tablecloth, served breakfast as if it were a holiday, and when he came downstairs smiling, he said, “So you finally learned”… until he saw who was waiting for him at my table.
“I think you are sick with anger. And I helped make you sicker every time I justified you.” My eyes filled with tears. I didn’t want to cry. But this …
Part2: Last night my son hit me, and I didn’t cry. This morning I brought out the fine tablecloth, served breakfast as if it were a holiday, and when he came downstairs smiling, he said, “So you finally learned”… until he saw who was waiting for him at my table. Read More