I Let Them Use My Money Until They Fed My Son a Hotdog

thousand, four hundred and eleven dollars. In a new account. In my name. For my child.”

That landed harder than I expected.

Maybe because I’d never said it plain before. Not to them. Maybe not even to myself.

For my child.

Not for Eric’s image.

Not for Dad’s hobbies.

Not for Mom’s excuses.

For the one person at that table who’d looked at a paper plate and continue reading …