At sixty-seven, I was still working myself to exhaustion to support my son’s entire family, believing he still had not fully recovered and that my daughter-in-law had her own limits, until one night at a suburban party, I overheard a sentence about myself, and for the first time I understood that all these years, the most exhausted person in that house had never been them
The sentence that cracked my life open did not sound cruel. “She’s used to it.” I had stepped out of…