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

that fit, needed birthday parties that looked like the other kids’ parties, needed to not feel like the kid with the single mom who couldn’t provide.

I made sure she never felt that way.

I scrimped on everything for myself. Wore the same scrubs until they were thin. Drove a car that rattled. Lived in a modest apartment off the frontage road where you continue reading …