The Fight

THE FIGHT I sat there trembling…looking at the bottle of fingernail polish remover.  I kept telling myself to just put it to my lips and drink it.  I couldn’t go on like this.  I couldn’t do it anymore.  I ran to the laundry room in our basement and studied the ceiling.  Metal poles were everywhere: connectors that supplied water and heat to our home.   Rope.  Rope.  I need rope.  How was I going to do this?  I found a sheet and wrapped it around my neck to see what it felt like.  Tightened it. ...more

Crazy Mom