Shayna
Miles' words stewed with me for the remainder of the day, and, if I'm honest, for the rest of the week. Did I do more harm than good by trying to shelter him from everything I was going through with Derek? Was I part of the reason that Miles was so hard to pull out of his shell and part of the reason he had a hard time trusting others?
I pushed my grocery cart through the aisles, absentmindedly throwing things into the basket. Things at home had been tense but not uncomfortable. It was almost as if we didn't know what to say to each other after that conversation. It was one that needed to be had, but it was still difficult. No mother wants to tell her child how hard things were or how painful the trauma was. No wife wants to admit that over 15 years of her life were wasted staying
