When My Son Said I Could Leave My Own Home He Did Not Expect What Happened Next

while he was replacing the rusted mailbox post, I asked the question I had been circling for months.

“Do you hate your father?”

He tightened the last bolt before answering. “No,” he said. “That would be easier.”

I waited.

He stood and brushed the dirt from his hands. “I hate what he chose when no one was stopping him.”

That stayed with me. Not because continue reading …