know.”
That was the first honest answer I had given anyone in a long time.
“I just know I can’t keep doing this alone.”
“You don’t have to.”
“Karen, you have your own family.”
“And I also have my parents.”
She leaned forward.
“Those things are not competing with each other.”
Then she said something even harder.
“I’ve been trying to help for two years. You kept telling me you were fine.”
I looked down.
“You lost twelve pounds, Mom.”
“I know.”
“You stopped eating.”
“I know.”
“I’m not going
