I tried to have him calm down explaining that it wasn’t that big of a deal. The girls could go to his father’s or my parents or their mother’s for an hour or two then come back home. He was so mad he was screaming and then hung up on me. About fifteen minutes later… Continue reading Day 2

It was a long night that first night home. I was tired, I was annoyed, but I did what I had to do because well….that’s what I do. The following morning, the first actual full Day home, Day 1, was filled with making breakfast and getting her comfortable in the living room, having her want… Continue reading Day 1

Within minutes of pulling away she was asleep. And she stayed that way until fifteen minutes before we arrived home. It was the quietest car ride I’d been on in years. I kept the music low, I watched every pothole, every car, every sign with great precision. I was conscious of every move the car… Continue reading There’s No Place Like Home

This was it. It was the last morning I would get up in the Waterfront Hotel. The last time I’d eat breakfast or grab a coffee from the Hotel Restaurant. It was the last day to see the Valet guys get my car and tell me to have a good day. It was the last… Continue reading Finale