I Didn't Know How...deep Love Ran, How

Then He Left Her There, Standing Alone, Surrounded By Word Ghosts; Things She Could Have Said.

If She Wasn't Careful, She'd Slide Without A Ripple Into The Gently Flowing Stream Of Her Old Life, Pulled Back Under The Current Without A Wimper Of Protest. Another Housewife Lost In The Flow.

The At-home Mother's Life: It Was A Race With No Finish Line.

Alice Started To Cry. It Came With No Sound, No Shuddering, No Childlike Hysterics, Just A Soul-deep Release That Turned Into Moisture And Dripped Down Her Puffy Pink Cheeks. She Touched Her Tears, Frowning. Then She Looked Up At Julia And Whimpered Two Words Before She Fell Asleep. ‘real Hurts.’

We Can't Live Other People's Lives For Them. Even If We Love Them.