Dad’s cancer came with a major relapse. we all knew it was coming. Dad was scared and thought he was doing to die. I couldn’t really hold this one against him, although I wished it didn’t always have to be this way.
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I remember the day I told my mom to leave my dad like it was yesterday. I remember what restaurant we were at, I remember the weather, and exactly where we sat. Which is funny because many things for me fade together sometimes. It’s not always easy to remember when each relapse was especially since there were so many over the years, and again they started when I was thirteen going on fourteen. Barely a teen, so when you have 11 years worth of slips, relapses, rehab stints, etc its hard to not blend them together or lose when what happened.
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