Single motherhood is a reality for a lot of women in my age group and the time difficulties in their lives are universal.

He always apologized, and sometimes he would even cry because of the bruises he'd made on her arms or legs or her back. He would say that he hated what he'd done, but in the next breath tell her she'd deserved it. That if she'd been more careful, it wouldn't have happened. That if she'd been paying attention or hadn't been so stupid, he wouldn't have lost his temper.

It wasn't that long, and it certainly wasn't the kind of kiss you see in movies these days, but it was wonderful in its own way, and all I can remember about the moment is that when our lips touched, I knew the memory would last forever.

Who am I? And how, I wonder, will this story end?

Women had a tendency to see what they wanted to see i men, at least in the beginning

The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.

In the distance, he could see Molly lying in the tall grass off to the side of the house.