Tuesday, October 16, 2012
I was hoping that this lunch wouldn’t end with me having to call 911, although I could see myself writing about it. At first, Amanda was reticent to share with me much about her life. She seemed listless and very disinterested in what I had to say about being a mom and recapturing her power. I can be as sweet as they come, but sometimes I feel one has to shake someone from their coma. I challenged Amanda on that afternoon. “Amanda, you look like you need a nap. Why exactly dis you agree to this lunch? Is your life so wonderful now?” And that is when Amanda opened the floodgates and let it all pour out just how trapped and miserable she really was.
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