When my daughter left for college, I thought I could finally put myself first. Then my husband made an unexpected request, and my daughter started acting strangely. I had no idea what was happening behind my back.
When my daughter left for college, I thought the hardest part would be walking past her empty bedroom.
I never imagined I’d have to fight to keep her there.
Melissa was eighteen and pretending she wasn’t scared. She’d packed three suitcases and a stuffed rabbit she claimed was coming along as a joke.
I laughed until we reached her dorm.
“You’re bringing Mr. Buttons?” I asked.
“He’s for emotional support.”
“Whose?”
“Yours, probably.”
I laughed until we reached her dorm. Then I cried in the parking lot while she hugged me goodbye.
“She’s going to college, not war.”
She promised to call every Sunday. I nodded, though I was already dreading the silence waiting at home.
My husband, Adam, checked his watch.
“We should beat traffic.”
“You could at least pretend you’ll miss her,” I said on the drive home.
When Melissa had pneumonia at eleven, I’d begged him to stay home for one morning.
That was Adam. For eighteen years, I’d handled most of the parenting. Whenever I asked for help, he said, “I’ve been working all day. I need to rest.”
He worked long hours, and I understood that. What hurt was how little my own exhaustion mattered whenever he was tired.
“I can’t just abandon my responsibilities.”
Apparently, mine could wait.
Three weeks after Melissa left, Adam frowned at my easel.
I wasn’t going to spend my empty nest resenting him. I signed up for a gym trial, found a Sunday book club, and bought paints. I even cleared out the spare room for a studio.
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