The Shallows

by Holly Craig

But the kids were there, and that’s all that mattered. The kids were the salve for me, the nourishing balm over a neglected soul.

My bag’s hanging on the kitchen stool and I just stare at it. Because I know that we’re in danger somehow, and so time just stops. And I know my bag’s there and I need it, yet I can’t move.

I nod. I want to stab him. If I had a knife under me, I think I probably would. That’s how much I hate my husband.

That escalated quickly

And when he does, I’ll have the guest room in mine and Jack’s new house ready with towels at the end of her bed, a fresh linen closet emptied for her clothes to be hung in and Netflix installed onto the guest-room TV.

You've known her five minutes

Half of the reason why I studied psychology, wellness and spirituality was because of the neglect I’d suffered at the hands of two extremely self-absorbed adults.

And this is what I believe most mothers pride themselves on. Our children are connected to us with an invisible umbilical cord that never severs, no matter how far away they are.

‘Back in a sec.’

Why does she keep leaving her kids ffs