He Left On My Birthday—And Faced The Consequences At His Mother’s Funeral

I didn’t respond, but I saved the message.

We started marriage counseling three months after Linda’s funeral.

If I’d hoped for a kindly therapist who would pat our hands and tell us we were both “trying our best,” I was quickly disabused of that notion. She listened to us—let me tell my side, let Jerome tell his—then dissected both with surgical precision.continue reading …