My Children Called Him The Porch Angel—Then I Found My Dead Husband’s Lighter

only latched if I kicked it twice.

Every day felt like a battle.

Every bill felt impossible.

Every morning I woke up wondering how much longer I could keep everything from collapsing.

Some nights, after the children were asleep, I stood alone in the kitchen and cried into my hands so they wouldn’t hear me.

The silence of the continue reading …