I also know the sorrow of feeling as though I have wronged my children too much—feeling that I have failed them with what I cannot undo, cannot take back, never should have said. With the inadequate story I have offered them. But the world comes inside our homes, our bodies, our minds, makes a mess, makes us a mess. We are left to sort it all out, clean it up. As a result, we often turn on those closest to us. How could we not? They’re right there.
