The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

this conversation.

“Of course, honey. About what?”

She looked at me directly. No warmth. No affection. Just assessment.

“I’ve been thinking about our relationship,” she said. “And I think we need some space.”

Space.

“Space?” I repeated carefully.

“Yes. I think—” She paused, seemed to be choosing her words carefully. “I think you’re too involved in my life.continue reading …