It’s been a year… and I don’t even know how to feel about it.

I lost everything I had left… and I’m trying not to lose myself too.

It’s my birthday. I finally have a home… but I still feel like I can’t breathe.

I finally got approved for a home… but now I’m trying not to let fear mess this up.

I lost my niece… and everything else around me feels like it’s falling apart too.

A real-time account of mediation, false accusations, and the moment everything became clear in a broken relationship.

Today my son turned 25… and I’m sitting here realizing I’m somebody’s grandma.