It wasn’t the same.
Our family dinner night.
The
night I look forward to all week long.
The Prodigal was here. But not really.
There was a heaviness.
A knowing.
A recognition that our family was on tilt.
My daughter noticed it to.
A big elephant in the middle of the room but no one saying a thing.
The Prodigal was here. But not really.
There was a heaviness.
A knowing.
A recognition that our family was on tilt.
My daughter noticed it to.
A big elephant in the middle of the room but no one saying a thing.
What is my role?
Coach says to just be Mom. What does that look like?
That’s what I thought I’d been doing for the last many months. Since the Prodigal moved back home.
Is asking, “how was your day” out of line?
Coach says to just be Mom. What does that look like?
That’s what I thought I’d been doing for the last many months. Since the Prodigal moved back home.
Is asking, “how was your day” out of line?
His days have changed.
He’s taken a leave of absence from work to get “well.”
To decompress.
To work on the depression.
To process through a myriad of emotions.
To work on his spiritual life…or so he says.
He’s taken a leave of absence from work to get “well.”
To decompress.
To work on the depression.
To process through a myriad of emotions.
To work on his spiritual life…or so he says.
I hate being on the side-lines.
Feeling like I’m way up in the stands.
In the nose-bleed section.
Seeing the plays from a distance but having little ability to really “see” or comprehend what is going on.
Feeling like I’m way up in the stands.
In the nose-bleed section.
Seeing the plays from a distance but having little ability to really “see” or comprehend what is going on.
Uncomfortable is an understatement.
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