Then, under cover of night, so my neighbors couldn't see me, I poured gasoline on the roots of that sweet little tree.
My 29-year-old son hasn't spoken to us in almost four years. The last time he communicated he made it clear he didn't want any of us (me, his step-mom, his little sisters, his uncles/aunt or cousins) in his life. I won't go into the bad choices he's made nor the consequences he's suffered. All I... Continue Reading →