Friend Stole My Husband, I Divorced & Stepped…

alley across the street, a florist was busy tying bouquets of sunflowers. I don’t know why, but that image reminded me of my mother. Whenever there was a problem at home, she didn’t cry right away.

She would silently start washing a dish, cleaning the table, or folding a pile of clothes. It was her way of staying grounded. No matter how much it hurt,continue reading …