My parents refused to care for my younger kids while I tended to my oldest with leukemia; I called my ex-husband, but he said: “You’re just a poor writer, deal with it”

the real one.

I want to stop here a second because I know some of you are in a hospital chair right now or you were once. If you’ve ever slept folded in half beside someone you love while the people who should have shown up stayed home, leave one word below for me.

Just one here. I read them all and I’ll know what it means. And if you want to see how this turned, subscribe and stay with me.

Now, back to it.

The same week I sent