I Thought Sending My Son to His Father Was the Right Choice—Until I Realized He Needed Me More Than Ever

wrong word suddenly gets you labeled controlling or dramatic.

His answer was a sigh. A tired, dismissive sigh. “He’s a teenager, Claire,” he said. “They get lazy from time to time. You’re overthinking again.”

Overthinking. I despised that word. It struck a particular nerve, because he used to say it back when Mason was a colicky baby, back when I hadn’t continue reading …