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

I feel obligated. Guilty if I say no. Trapped by your generosity.”

Trapped.

By my generosity.

I stood up on legs that suddenly felt too old, too tired, too worn from forty-five years of standing for this girl who was telling me I’d loved her wrong.

“I gave you everything,” I whispered.

“I know you did,” she said, but there was no gratitude in it. Just weariness.continue reading …