My Son Struck Me Thirty Times at His Birthday Dinner. The Next Morning, I Sold the Mansion He Thought He Owned.
At home I made a list in a notebook.
Not an inventory of Trevor’s failures.
An inventory of what I would and would not do next.
I would give the truth to investigators.
I would pay for independent legal advice if he chose to cooperate.
I would not hand money to strangers demanding repayment of his debts.
I would not promise him forgiveness to secure a confession.
And I would not let Kristen or anybody else use my age as an excuse to seize control of my life.