It was the 89th day of 2020 and two sent texts: SC & GA.
My heart was racing to receive a response: a call or even a text reply. But nothing! I sat on the edge of my seat all day long. Hoping. Yearning. Wishing. Praying.
Not even an acknowledgement! Did he know? Did he remember? For goodness sake – it was his birthday! 67. But nothing!
The pedestal once given to her has lost all value. This is the “Final Straw…”
Ahem – practicing the epitome of Parental Alienation. Her voice was so loud amidst the silence, but it wasn’t until midnight that we realized the intentional communication.
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His Child, Not Hers 