Meg Barclay this was me and I escaped. Not totally whole, but I escaped. But I can’t stop feeling incredibly sad because you described my mother’s situation so precisely.

Trapped.

She will be trapped until he dies. Or, God forbid, until she does.

That is my greatest fear-that he will outlive her and she will never know a day of peace.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.