“i know, but mom doesn’t weigh much What do you say, mom Would you mind sitting on my lap?” august was the month Packing the car was our morning task Mike, our son, was heading off to. Son molested by his mother survives incest, beatings, to go on to help others heal from the scars left by abuse.
This story is from my substack, kate granger fiction If you’d like to read more, please see more information and links at the bottom Camping had been a bad idea for my son’s eighteenth. The pandemic struck at the precise moment that my adolescent son was programmed to tune me out It took some doing but i found a way back in.
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