I felt panicky as my only child prepared to go off to university. But forcing myself to take up swimming softened the blow of her departure
It is July 2018, and I have just got my dream job as writer-in-residence at a theatre I admire. I am feeling lucky: as a playwright, such jobs are few and far between. But something is not right.
My daughter is going to university in two months and I am not ready for her to leave. As a single-parent family, our household is small and tightly knit. Just the two of us. I am excited for my daughter to find the independence for which I hope I have prepared her. But no one has prepared me for this. I don’t know what losing my righthand girl will feel like. I am panicking. I feel as if I am drowning in my conflicted and unexpressed emotions.
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