True story. I cooked, cleaned & paid bills in my daughter’s house. She said, “If you can’t work, what’s the point of you being here?”

breakfast, doing laundry, walking to the school and back because Lauren had the car and Craig needed the other one for errands.

I took ibuprofen in the mornings and again at night and tried not to make a face when I stood up from the floor after playing with Ben.

One evening, I mentioned to Lauren as gently as I could that my back had been bothering continue reading …