My husband tells a joke to almost all of his patients. They usually ask him if he is married.  After replying that we happily celebrated our tenth anniversary this past year, he tells them that I am Italian and Irish so divorce is not on the table. Murder, however, might be an option. Although he […]

On Fridays, I cry. Saturday through Thursday, I pretend nothing is wrong. I put a smile on my face, I go about my day, I keep it together. But on Fridays, after my husband goes to work and the kids are at school, I’m all alone. I start out thinking that this Friday might be […]

This past week, I saw my dad at the gas station. I looked up and locked eyes with him, but he ignored me, pretended not to see me. As he pulled away, I felt a drop of pain added to the pile that I hid deep in my heart. Quickly pushing the thoughts of rejection […]