They Called Me “Poor Old Mom”—So I Bought a One-Way Freedom Ticket

don’t deserve you.

My vision blurred.

I kept reading.

I know you. You’ll try to hold everything together even when it’s hurting you. You’ll call it love. You’ll call it motherhood. You’ll call it duty.

But listen to me, Ellie. Love without boundaries becomes a cage.

I pressed a hand to my mouth.

The letter continued.

He wrote about his own father, how his continue reading …