Insecurity is a state of mind—
So is confidence and sexiness
Therefore so is shy
Twelve years ago I managed to somehow remove us safely
From an abusive situation
Without having to engage a restraining order—I was oddly happy within that idea.
Kindness begets kindness.
It probably helped that he didn't own a real gun—apparently he had something that resembled one the night of his Mental Health Arrest. The day after my 39th birthday when he finally admitted to me in a birthday card that I was a good mother. The very snowy january evening I came home from work, picked up the girls from daycare, buckled them into their toddler seats, gave them a healthy semblance of dinner, turned on a movie, and ran outside to shovel enough of the foot of snow that had occurred on the hill of a driveway we had, so I could get the soon-to-be repossessed mini van into the garage. It was in those tiny minutes of "dinner" that he chose to consider taking his life and leave a sickly message on our answering machine.