When I saw her, I saw a woman who wouldn’t leave her husband. A woman who didn’t put her children first.
I grew angry that my father’s temper prevented me from having teenage sleepovers. I grew resentful that they wouldn’t let me go to my high school football games. And I grew bitter as I got older, because she chose not to leave him.
Ivonne, Ilse and Mimí of Flans aren’t about to let you run their lives. Even in 1985, ain’t nobody got time for that!