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?”

and sat at the island.

I told her I had been feeling a little rund down.

I told her I loved being there, loved the children, but that I was struggling with the pace of things and that I needed us to maybe talk about what was realistic for me physically.

I said I thought we could make a plan together.

Lauren put her mug down.

She didn’t look at me with continue reading …