The unintended fallout
This year, for the first time, the boys won't be with me on Christmas morning.
I've been trying to be a big girl about it and recognize the fairness of it, that it was inevitable, that Wayne has dealt with this and all of the rational stuff of which I am quite aware.
But that doesn't stop the tears from falling or my heart from breaking.
I've been trying to be a big girl about it and recognize the fairness of it, that it was inevitable, that Wayne has dealt with this and all of the rational stuff of which I am quite aware.
But that doesn't stop the tears from falling or my heart from breaking.