The Heart of a Mother

by Julie Clark

There were women like me everywhere. The silent ones who’d tried and tried and tried and then quietly gave up. Accepted that hole in their hearts and tried to paper over it with other things.

All my life, I’d made it a point to respect the boundaries of others. But now I could see how easy it was to move that line. And once you’d pushed a boundary, how easy it was to push it a little further. And a little further after that. How simple it was to ignore the word no, especially when it was never actually said.

Then I got a text, out of the blue, from her fiancé, Evan. She’s processing. It’s a lot, so give her time. I think it’s important that she have a relationship with you, and deep down I think she wants that too. Be patient.

“It’s going to be tough, but we have a plan. We’ll go forward with the foreclosure and declare bankruptcy. Our credit will take a hit, but this is the only path forward for us.” She reached across the table and touched my hand, as if to comfort me. “This kind of thing happens to people all the time. But we’re both smart and hardworking, and we’ll come out from under it.”

And when you make that deepest desire part of your public persona and share it with the world, it shouldn’t surprise you when someone comes along and tries to give it to you.

Some people might call this an obsession. But perhaps, in some ways, that’s what unconditional love really is.