21.6.17

four years and some change.





She was there eight dark months after my first child was born, the day I finally felt confident enough to say I’ve got this. She was there at the end of long strings of days with three tired kids, she carried them, sleeping, from the car to their beds. She was always there. She was there when I decided to go back to work. She was there when I decided to divorce Mark.





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