Sixty-five years old. No paycheck. No thank you. No rest. Just a free babysitter for 2 years. My own son watched it happen and said nothing. The day I chose myself – he called it selfish. I called it survival. I chose survival…. They never expected what came next….. – News

we used to.

Betty and I are not close.

We are cordial. We treat each other respectfully.

I do not expect more than that, and I have made peace with it.

I still see my grandchildren.

Every other Saturday, I take them for the day.

My choice.

My terms.

And I am genuinely happy to do it because now, when I walk in their door, I am not depleted. I am not resentful.continue reading …