Peter helped me with my shoes.
He pushed me down the road to the neighbor’s house.
We took turns talking to the boy and the parent about the situation and our reactions and the resulting outcomes.
We presented a united front for the sake of our children.
For the well-being of our girls we stopped the fighting that had been tearing us up.
Just hours before we were drawing emotional blood from each other.
We banded together for the bigger reason.
We are working to remember that.
It’s so hard.
Our pains are raw. Jagged. Extreme.
We can do it for them.