Sorry, this isn’t my battle anymore
“Mom, they fought until after midnight. I’m so tired.”
I reread the text, my stomach clenching with anxiety. My 24-year-old son, Will, was my man on the ground at Mom’s house. He was staying there along with my sister and her two young kids.
I was so, so sorry, and I let him know.
I had booked a hotel room for myself, my younger son, Andy, and his girlfriend, Jess. It wasn’t in the budget to book a room, but a gut feeling told me it was the best option.
Always trust your gut
This trip had been planned for months. We visit my mother every summer, but this year was going to be a big one. My youngest son, Andy, planned to introduce his girlfriend, whom he has been dating for two years, to his grandmother.
He was excited. I was apprehensive.
Jenny Wren 