Jan 24, 2022
3 min read
The Bipolar Between Us
My grown son. My middle child. My friend. My movie buddy. He and I, along with his two brothers, have been as close as flowers snuggled together in a pot. Growing together. Just us. Me, a single mother with three boys. Struggling to be a mother and father figure.
I took them fishing every weekend when they were growing up. I did everything while trying to be strong, even when I felt tired. Whenever I felt overwhelmed, one…
