On Christmas Day My Husband Yelled at an Empty Table Without Knowing What Was Coming

of. Curtis Jr. had written that I was unbearable, that Vanessa no longer wanted me in their house. Denise had said she couldn’t stand talking to me, and had casually suggested a nursing home. Ethan, my youngest, twenty-six years old and living under my roof on my grocery budget, had written that he totally supported it and added that their father could continue reading …