My military spouse friends told me I needed to get used to serving cereal for dinner, wearing pajama pants all day, and drinking wine in the afternoon, because life as I knew it was over.
My military spouse friends told me I needed to get used to serving cereal for dinner, wearing pajama pants all day, and drinking wine in the afternoon, because life as I knew it was over.
The next twenty minutes were a bit foggy, but I clearly recalled Francis storming off down the street, and Hayden throwing the watch at the wall while screaming a particular expletive he’d previously not uttered in our presence.
“Is that me?” I gasp as reality worms its way into my perfect delusion. Shocked at the mirror image before me, I wipe away the unrealistic facade I’d had in my mind just seconds before.
The drama of childhood trauma
“[L]ess-than-stellar parenting decisions are often conflated as trauma in today’s world, because victimhood is a necessary element of social status.”