Til Death Do Us Part
My mother had a lot of problems with love.
In her 20s, she drove trucks and started dating her male co-driver. They had a shotgun wedding, but it turned out she wasn’t pregnant. He was a troubled man, and they had a bad relationship. Then I came along.
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I was 19 when they divorced, and we all celebrated. After that, my mom wanted no part of any man. She was single for the next 17 years. We’d ask her, “Don’t you want to date?” But she’d say, “I just want to be all about you kids.”
In 2015, my older brother Daniel—who’s serving 25 years in federal prison for drug charges and firearm possession—befriended a fellow inmate,
