It is 3:00 a.m. again. Another night without REM. “When will this self-flagellation stop?” Not until he speaks to me again. “Why can’t you just be happy?” Because I gave birth to two children and only one speaks to me. I don’t
It is 3:00 a.m. again. Another night without REM. “When will this self-flagellation stop?” Not until he speaks to me again. “Why can’t you just be happy?” Because I gave birth to two children and only one speaks to me. I don’t