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?”

I loved the children.

I said I was not leaving out of anger, but out of respect for myself.

I said I hoped we could talk when things were calmer.

I said she could reach me on my cell when she was ready.

I put the note on the kitchen counter next to the coffee maker where she would see it when she came home.

I called a cab.

I waited near the front door with continue reading …