Three days after moving into our dream home, our neighbors called the authorities over our kids playing—six months later, my son was afraid to laugh in his own backyard

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None of it was true.

I was making excuses, one after another, and my children were starting to notice.

The compromises kept piling up.

One night, after tucking my son into bed, my husband found me sitting on the couch in the dark.

“Em, what’s going on with you?”

“Nothing. I’m just tired.”

“You’ve been tired for months. You barely let the kids outside anymore.continue reading …