I'm Jenny. This is my story.
I’m drained. I spent the last two hours explaining to my kids why dad still isn’t home, making lame excuses and giving vague timelines for his arrival. “He’s just finishing up a few things at work, and then we can go.” My kids are restless. We spent the morning and early afternoon preparing for our…
In an old brick building near downtown, I sit on a beige couch in my mom’s tidy apartment. We are chatting in her living room between potted plants and a few nick nacks. She looks at me with worry, “But what if he changes his mind?” My stomach feels heavy like it’s full of rocks;…
Waking up groggy in the morning after another fight, I scan my mind thinking of someone I can call. I decide on his mom. “Something has got to give. I can’t keep doing this. There used to be good days, but now there are no more good days,” I tell her, craving an answer. “Oh,…