Let us not forget that October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month.
This thought hits close to home for me and is more meaningful than it ever has been in year's past. I have never shared this much publicly about the dark side of my childhood memories but on this particular day I feel like shouting on top of the rooftops, "I'm proud of you, Mom!" She has had to relocate to another state and get 2 jobs to survive but on more than one occasion she has told me that she is finally "living" after all these years. Amazing, huh?
My (biological) mom finalizes her divorce from her asshole of a husband at the end of this month. I can say that because he really is an abusive asshole. They have been married for 20 + years too many.