Today we told the kids.
All together, in the living room, it was time to rip the bandaid off. I cried. They listened. Ray looked up from under my arm and blew me a kiss. Not very many questions. Lots of hugs. A few jokes.
All the “weird” shit that had been showing up at the house now made sense. The friends dropping in for hugs, leaving boxes not wrapped. The essential oil diffuser. The crystals. The cookbooks. The kale. The big bag of fun that Shelly dropped off when they weren’t home. The new purple binder.
They are amazing. I’ve always known they were good kids. But they are truly amazing people. HUGE relief for me. Too heavy a burden to keep inside.