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

didn’t doom-scroll.

I’m old, not foolish.

But my attorney summarized it in a way that made me laugh once and then go very quiet.

“It’s… intense,” he said.

“Of course it is,” I replied.

“There’s a lot of commentary,” he continued, careful again. “People projecting their own family situations.”

“Of course they are.”

He cleared his throat.

“You’re being called continue reading …