Forgiving my alcoholic mother and my co-dependent father

33 minutes late. Last Friday, it was 33 minutes after when I normally start the commute to the office. It needs to be Saturday. I tightened the lid on my travel mug, patted Rocco goodbye and hurried to my car – computer bag, lunch bag, purse and coat all swinging from my arm. Normally by … Continue reading Forgiving my alcoholic mother and my co-dependent father