During Robert’s Funeral, My Sons Stood By The Casket With Dry Eyes And Perfect Black Suits…

I thought about them every single day. That is exactly why I didn’t save him. Because grandchildren also deserve to learn that shared blood does not erase abuse, and that ‘family’ is not a blank check to destroy people.

Robert and I moved into a small apartment in Park Slope, Brooklyn. Cozy. Filled with light. With a small balcony full of potted plants continue reading …