No need to tell me your sad story. I know how your world worked with Angela. Upside down. Crisscross. Days and memories folding over one another until you couldn’t tell up from down.
Sometimes she was the woman you couldn’t wait to see, other times, angry times, you ran from her, faster than the wind. Even after your children disappeared you found reasons to stay.
No crying on my knee. No bunching my skirts and wailing about Angela locked behind bars. She made her choices, you made yours.
At one time my choice was you.
Up From the Ashes 