have to fix it. You don’t have to protect either of us. And you don’t have to carry messages between us.”
She nodded.
“I know.”
I reached over and squeezed her hand.
“I mean it.”
She smiled sadly.
“I know you do, Mom.”
Then she said something that stayed with me long after I drove home.
“You always tell me that a relationship should make your life bigger, not smaller.”
I nodded.
“That’s what I believe.”
She looked at me.
“Then why are you living like you’re afraid to ask
