My husband called and was met with silence.
“Hello, are you there?”
I was there. But I knew if I started talking, I’d burst into tears. Curled up on a boucle chair with my knees pressed into my chest, that’s exactly what I did.
It was mid-afternoon, and I’d been parenting since 8 a.m. Despite my mom’s help that day, which even included a breakaway for a …
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