Humans are fickle. Humanity is elusive.
You may have noticed my absence from this particular section of my Substack, and there’s good reason for that. Life was good. I’d been falling back into my groove, enjoying the days, resting at night. I was happy.
But life, as it often does, threw a curveball. No—it threw a sledgehammer at my head.
I’ve never shared the turmoil my husband and I face with select members of his family. In all honesty, I was fooled into believing there’d been improvements. And that’s not to say all of his family…
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