“Mom, You’re Not Welcome For Christmas,” My Daughter Said Casually. I Didn’t Argue — I Made One Call, And Their Holiday Fell Apart The Next Day. – The Archivist
today anyway, okay? I’ll feel better knowing you’re here with Leo.”
“Okay,” I called back, because that’s what I always said. Okay. Sure. Whatever you think is best. I’d gotten so good at being agreeable, at not rocking the boat, at being the grateful second wife who understood how lucky she was to have been rescued from her sad little life.
