She caught herself spiraling: I don’t want to do this job anymore. I don’t want to be a mom anymore. Definitely don’t want to be a wife anymore. I want to run for the hills. Holly chimed in: “I remember hearing my own mom say those words in our house. She was coming so unglued that she opened the door and said, ‘I’m going to Mexico, and I’m not coming back!’ She slammed the door and took off in the car.” “Did she go to Mexico?” I asked. “No,” said Holly. “Of course not,” said Annie. “She went to the grocery store by herself.”
