At family dinner, i said: “i’m about to give birth…

Her legs buckled. She grabbed the door frame to stay upright. I looked at her for a long moment. This woman who gave birth to me. This woman who was supposed to love me. This woman who chose a party over her daughter’s life.

You weren’t there when they were born. I said quietly. Miles lived. Mabel died. And you weren’t there for either of them. You continue reading …