American Mother

He says, I don’t care if you believe it or not, if you accept it or not, it’s happening, do not ball your hands into little fists, I won’t be here to see it.

Today Lady’s husband, Richard, left her while Lady was crouched over the toilet in the master bathroom, scrubbing the bowl with a blue coarse sponge, the toilet that the husband peed in that very afternoon.

The children are not there, thankfully.

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