My Mother Treated My Father Badly For Fifteen Years And Then Tried To Play The Role Of A Terrified Widow At His Funeral… So I Wrote The Obituary For My Father And Completely Removed Her Name From It
PART 1 I had one last thing I could do for my father. One final act of love, of truth, of standing between him and the woman who had spent fifteen years treating his slow death as an inconvenience she hadn’t signed up for. I picked up a pen. And I wrote every word of…
